I'm late 20s and, as pathetic as it sounds, I feel that my life has not gone as well as it could have due to my mum. I place pretty much all blame on her. I know I shouldn't still be blaming her, but I'm struggling not to.
As not to drip-feed, here is why:
- She had me as a drug-addicted teen. She neglected me, she + her boyfriends abused me (in every way), told me hated me but wouldn't let my grandmother adopt me. In fact, she pulled me away from the solace of my grandmother's house because she was jealous I preferred her.
- I did well in school, but she drummed into me I was stupid and never good enough. I was the first in the family to finish at a good RG uni with a 1st class degree, but she didn't even bat an eyelid when I told her because 'it's what was expected of me'.
- I've never been in a relationship, never even kissed a man. Partly because my abuse left me uncertain of boys/men, partly because I've always been horribly shy. I'm not actually sure what causes my social problems, but I had years of selective mutism as a child which I thankfully grew out of, because it certainly wasn't treated.
To rub salt in my wounds she was different with my younger half-siblings, who are now early 20s. She was very good to them, a model mother. Despite being spoilt and generally unpleasant people they are now doing much better than I ever did. This I'm definitely bitter about, but whenever we gather as a family there's always a conversation on what's wrong with me + why can't I just be normal like them. It's upsetting, but I'm the family joke.
I'm currently muddling through a vocational degree and renting a small flat in my deprived hometown. All my childhood dreams/hopes are unfulfilled. Simple things like children, husband, house, etc...