Brief background - parents divorced when I was 6 (I was youngest of 6 of that point). Have vivid memories of my father beating up my mother in drunken rages although later told it was not what it seemed, mother will not discuss what happened or my real father at all. My mother immediately remarried and had 2 further DCs who I was extremely jealous of. Real father visited sporadically for the 1st year after divorce then never saw him again (until last year after 30 years, met once decided not to take it any further).
Now when I was growing up my mother used to constantly tell me I was 'evil', 'weird', 'a bit touched', 'nasty', that I looked like my paternal grandmother who was an 'evil, fat, stinking bitch' and she would have to take me to a phychiatrist as I was 'looney'. My teenage years were hellish (I could not even tell her I had started my periods, I used tissue in my knickers until my older sister 'ratted' on me - to get me into trouble in her eyes ). My siblings viewed me as the 'black sheep' and I was blamed for everything. I spent a large chunk of my formative years laying on my bed listening to the world carrying on around me as I was always being sent to my room - the sound of the rest of the family laughing and me not being a part of it haunts me. She did used to whack me but it was mainly physchological attacks including calling my a 'slut' on my 16th birthday and slapping my face because I had put makeup on that I had been told I was not allowed to wear until then. Before that I had been chuffed and thought I looked great. I was also left behind at my step grandparents when they all went on a family Xmas holiday to Florida and did all the theme parks, because I had not saved up enough spending money from my part time job (I was 16). My brothers girlfriend was given my ticket I was told I was not to go back home and my door key was taken away because I could not be 'trusted' to look after the house even though at that point I was the one doing most of the cleaning!!
I left home at 18 to start a live in job (quickest way to escape), got a slap round the face and called an ungrateful cow when I told my mother but still went home regularly to visit . Since I have lived away from home and am an adult, I get on fine with my mother. She has been there for all the major highs and lows in my life and I don't really bear her any malice for my childhood.
BUT she seems now to picking on one of my DTSs. SHe has called him ugly (to his face) a few times while calling his brother 'handsome' and she and my stepfather show blatant favourism to my other DTS (one time taking my DS2 on a walk and leaving DS1 at home without asking if he wanted to come, by the time DS1 got his shoes on to go after them, they'd gone).
My CBT therapist does not understand why I am in contact with them quite honestly and feels I should confront my mother about all the stuff that's happened but I can't as I don't want the confrontation but I cannot allow her to do to my DS what she's done to me - I have no self esteem or confidence, suffer from social anxiety, OCD, panic attacks and depression and therefore feel that I have not achieved in life anything close to what I could have been capable of if I did not have these issues. Can't quite believe I have had a happy marriage for 17 years. My parents have asked me numerous times why, as I was always the most 'intelligent one' have I not achieved as much as my siblings and I am 'poor' compared to them.
I really can't understand why I still love my mother and wonder whether I was just an oversensitive child who took everything to heart. My 7 other siblings are quite well rounded and do not have any of the issues I have so perhaps AIBU to think that it's me with the problem not her??
We are supposed to be spending Xmas with them and although the DCs are excited about spending time with them as we do not see them often, I will not be able to let the digs pass this time and don't know how to handle it. Stangely I do not want to upset them!!!! I must be weird
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