I can’t admit this to anyone. My parents aren’t bad people, but abused me when a child, they were quite young and had a lot of money, and I was often left, hit sometimes, extremely emotionally abusive and constantly compared with my sister who ironically didn’t achieve what I went on to achieve (that I know now matters not, happiness before achievements). to be balanced, I’ve been given a massive help financially and my parents can be thoughtful and kind… as with anything, things aren’t one way or another and that’s probably why I feel such guilt here. I’ve been labelled the black sheep all my life and still am. I was apparently a nightmare child and now if I make any mistakes as an adult I’m also a nightmare adult. Any second I slip up, it all gets thrown in my face.
they continue to live in this very selfish way. I had a termination two years ago and it destroyed me. For around six months I struggled a lot, no idea how I managed to hold down work. During this time my mum called often but couldn’t come to my house as 35 miles was too far. They since refer to this time as ‘remember what you put us through you made our lives hell’
I have thoughts ALL the time that I wish something terrible would happen to them so I could have the high and mighty right to judge them at their lowest. I want to be the person too busy to be there when they need me. And to make the comments they have so freely made about me.
I hate that I have these thoughts. But they’re true and I can’t share them because how awful does that make me. I am a mess.