The last few posts show how vicious and vindictive alcoholics can be.
I read a lot of stories online, searching for experiences like mine. Most of them seem to describe 'wonderful' mothers who were full of love and cared so deeply about their children and how painfully missed they are. Sounds nice, can't relate!
I know I should not be bitter towards people who have suffered the same thing as me. But when I was young, my mother was distant, self-centred, even belittling towards me at times. I clung to her and she shook me off. More recently, completely uninterested in my life, and blaming me for her problems. I have virtually no good memories of her.
I now believe she was probably drinking heavily since we were around five, once we had started school, and she had the day to herself. Now I see how much I wanted her attention. As a teenager, I refused to go to school. I wanted to be at home with her. So every morning was shouting and yelling. If I got my wish and stayed home, I would be ignored by her all day.
I think it's incredible that I'm mostly ok as an adult, although unsurprisingly I have very few friends. I've always thought that people (other women) won't like me, and have never known the correct balance – how to ask things of others, without being needy. Thankfully, relationships have always been ok. I knew that men could be trusted. Maybe this will change for me, in time, now she has died? I would love to be older and have solid female friendships. I do now trust my aunts and am learning how to be close to them.
Funeral next week. I don't want to do it. She didn't want one anyway. But my dad decided we must. It'll only be simple but I still hate the idea that we must put on a performance for people who showed no interest in the situation until two weeks ago. No wake, thankfully. We think it would be inappropriate, and also too much of a burden on us. Everything is hard enough as it is.
I guess I'm in the angry phase now.