First time ever ever shared this on a social media platform..
So when me and my siblings were 3, 5 & 9 (me being the eldest) our mother decided to start using heroin with our foster teenager. (Parents took teenagers in from difficult backgrounds)
She had a history of smoking and drinking too much, so then for some fucking unbeknown reason became a heroin addict with 3 children to care for. My father obviously kicked her and her 'boyfriend' out. He used to work 12 hour days so she could get away with everything. She was always drunk by 12, always popping out with this 19 year old. I had to look after my siblings, we missed so much school because she couldn't get out of bed etc.
There is SO much more to the story that I'm not going to get into, but long story short my our father raised us on his own while working and battling court case after court case. He won, and she wasn't allowed contact with us until we were 18.
I contacted her when I came of age, I'm 29 now and I still can't forgive her. I've met her, spoken on the phone, but she doesn't know me at all. I found myself saying things like 'when I was 15 I used to...' which is weird to say to your own mother.
I've suffered from depression my entire life, it began when she left. I've actually tried confining in her about my mental health but she's so fucking unhelpful. Maybe I feel like she owes me? I have my own daughter she's 4 now, and for some reason I was on the phone to my mother yesterday just saying how hard I'm finding it being a single mother with no help, why the hell i did this I've no idea, I almost said 'I could always try heroin' but thought better of it.
I guess what I'm trying to say is I tried to have a relationship with my mother, but I just don't like her very much, she's a different person face to face but on the phone she's a fucking twat.
I can't forgive her, I can't move past what she did to us. I look at my DD and think my god I could never do what my own mother did. My siblings will never have anything to do with her and my father hopes she dies.
I was the oldest so I remember way too much than I wish to. She emptied our savings, we lost our house, she beat my dad up, she threatened to put us all in a car and drive off a cliff, she was a prostitute for a while, slept with various men while dad was at work.
This was 20 years ago but I still have awful flashbacks. In 20 years my little brother has not mentioned her once, and will walk away from any conversation if it involves her. My sister just full on hates her.
It's such a sad sad affair and as a family we have suffered the consequences.
She's fine now! Has a job, has a nice little flat, a boyfriend. She even said life is good when I last spoke to her.
Sorry for the long post, this isn't even 1/4 of it. I just don't know how to deal with it going forward.