I'm 48 and since I've been a small child have been stuck in the middle of my parent's arguments. "Tell you father this" "Tell your mother that" type of thing. When I was about 9, my Mam asked me if she should leave Dad and us 3 kids (me being eldest) Of course I said No, I didn't want to be left without her and was already looking after my baby sister (night feeds, getting her dressed in mornings, etc). At 9, I didn't want to have a 6 year old brother, infant sister and my Dad to look after. Mam didn't leave and another brother came along 3 years later.
I live nearby and wish I'd emigrated when I was younger. I feel compelled to visit and bear the brunt of Mam's regret at becoming a parent. She is harshest on me as I guess, being the first, I'm the one that ruined her life, in her eyes.
I love my parents, I get along better with Dad but they can both be difficult. A silly row yesterday ended with Dad using emotional blackmail saying he wouldn't go to his hospital appointment today. My sister had been there when this went on so messaged me a flurry of texts so I ended up getting in the car and driving the few miles to their house to broker peace.
I go back to being a child, afraid of my parents arguing, historically there was physical violence but that hasn't happened in nearly 40 years now but anytime one of them raises their voice, I'm that scared little girl again. I've shielded my younger siblings from it as well as I could over the years and as adults, they all abdicate all responsibility, such as it is, to me.
Dad has depression which complicates things. He has attempted suicide and I've been the one to bring him back to wanting to live on a couple of occasions. He overdosed once and Mam rang me at work, by time I got to the house, she had left and didn't come back for hours, leaving me to get him in a car to hospital by myself. That's just one example of many that are weighing me down.
I'm just so exhausted from it. I know I should not visit there as often (3 times a week during my lunch break as I work nearby) but feel duty-bound to keep doing it.
Has anyone managed to make the break and how did it go? How do you get over the guilt?