Firstly I'm sorry. My second/first proper post and it's all about me. I have been writing this for a couple of months. I'm so sorry it is so long but I don't know how else to introduce it/me. I'm so sorry if this is all messed up! I just needed to get it out there and wonder if I am starting on the right track at all!
My Mother wants me to fail - this is what I conclude.
Today a call to my mobile at half past five - unheard of and another on the landline around eight. I ignore both. I am holding a pair of aces heads up with myself at the moment. I don't know whether to contact her or to call it a day - honestly.
I've have had a turbulous relationship with my Mother since being born. Unwanted; referred to many times in my life as '(her) being offered an abortion on a plate' by staff when fell PG with me. I was the reason my parents got together a real cause of annoyance, irritation and basically messing up their lives. And all the negativity that follows is connected to me. It was 'my' fault. I guess this gives me this 'woeful' feeling that I should be glad to be alive and that she did me some great honour or favour.
She displayed hurtful behaviour, physical; slaps; pulled by hair aggressively around lounge, right through until I was 17 leaving her with clumps of my hair in her hands as I pulled away and that ended all physical. She will tell you that she hit me with a hairbrush - that is her version of events. Hurtful mindgames; pretended she was dead (dropped to the ground and shook) for must have been around 4 minutes (terrifying) when I was 5, threatened me living with Grandmother who she hated (and I loved but loved her more - insane!). Sitting on a window midway on the stairs when I was 5 looking out wanting to jump - to die. That's just too weird? A small girl wanting to end it all? I can't believe I'm writing this - it's just so sad. Making me walk ahead of her along the street sobbing my heart out. Running to get her tissues when she was upset. Telling her she was fine. She teased my looks. Big teeth like a horse. Brown lumps for moles (I have one on my left cheek by my ear which I am well aware of). Skinny. Bitch. Lazy bitch, useless, stupid, sneaky.
I decided to have my hair short when I was 11 until about 15 - just about to start high school. We moved to another City and it was my Mother at her worst point. Just to top it off I was starting to become a hormonal teenager but kept a child - delayed development and have always controlled what I eat and when (not a disorder but intake if that makes sense). I started high school - it was horrendous. My Mother in the worst state of unhappiness ever, me getting this at home then turning up at a new school in a different City with vile short hair and stupid shoes :) so ultimate bully material. I looked at a picture the other day and wondered why I had it short all that time until about 16 - but now I remember why. And when I have been in a bad place - my hair is the first thing to go! I cut it. Sometimes she would write to me and leave the letter on my pillow. These would say cruel things and also talk about how awful the situation was and why I had angered her. I still have a couple in the attic.
I have a younger sibling - 8 years between us. My Dad had a few affairs as I was growing up and finally left my Mum for his now wife When my DB turned 16. They are very happy. But Dad was very blinkered to the goings on keen on working and getting promoted. My Parents had got back together Dad left the OW he had moved in with and my DB was born. DB saw some of the things my M did to me - very rarely. From what I remember he once saw her stamp full force on my chest and ran off screaming. She ran after him!
Through my 20's (moved out at 20) she carried on penning letters. Some funny. Some cruel. My 20's and early 30's I drank through. I realise I burried lots of this through my drinking and was a rubbish drunk. V addictive personality and never know when to stop in all honesty.
Her rage is unbearable - still happens. That or tanrumming. Varrying personalities. I don't have any memories as such. For the most I've pretty much blocked everything out and have very few memories mainly triggered by photographs. I know these snippits of abuse are just nothing in comparison some! But for me - I believe a grown woman should know better - no matter on her childhood. I watched Mike Leigh's 'Another Year' and the Mary character reminded me so much of her.
I vowed to DP that I was going to cut her out of our lives in June.
Many times I have but don't have the strength - the guilt is unbearable - she has no one really. My DD was born and M came to stay on day 8 for 5 days. To help. She outdid my DS's (1.5 at the time) tantrum 110% the first night on arrival and threatened to leave. Totally unacceptable behaviour and I should have thrown her out. Over the week inappropriate comments, sarcasm, drinking a few beers every night. Got up at 9 I had been up for 3 hours with DS and NB DD! So no help there. The final day 5, I dragged her to a toddler group in the morning, she can't be trusted in my home on her own - goes through EVERYTHING and steals trinkets/trophies. She was in a filthy mood - didn't want to go at all and walked 3 steps behind me. We had coffee in an oldy worldy Italian coffee bar and sat in the window. She passed comment about a man 'watch out that man's coming back to check out your boob!' when BF my newborn baby - only my second attempt out. I fed DS for 15m but you still get nervous again. It triggered a row where she said "You and you're HUSBAND and your DS and your perfect little existance.." We're not married btw. Decided against row-ing. I put DD in buggy and I scooped up DS and paced home. She walked 10 steps behind me. I said nothing. Let her get her stuff and leave.
We didn't speak for a month until we had to meet each other at a wedding so had to talk. I managed to rework 'us' and get back to a level of communication that I am happy with. Where she does not really know much so cannot use it as fuel to turn it against me. She is very generous but sometimes it feels like she is buying you?
She fell out with a new friend before Christmas and it really damaged her - opened up scars that have not been surfaced for a long, long time. I knew there was going to be a knock on effect as she telephoned me to tell me about it - rarely do you get the truth. You get her version. She instantly changes the events leading up to and occuring. It is amazing really - very smart. My DB was coming home from overseas for Christmas - a very short flying visit. I wanted to prewarn him about this argument so that he didn't take the bait. But she did something that really upset him and they had a huge row. HUGE. I wasn't told much (again) but knew there would be another knock on effect. He said "No wonder my Father left her" and "She completely messed TheEnchantedHood up". Great.
My Mum and DB arrived on Boxing Day and we were very warm and welcoming I hope. Mum left and then my DB was picked up by my DF who lives 20mins away.
The next day I get a phonecall an hour before my DB is due back to visit my DC again. My Mum in floods, hopeless, weak and feeble. She's sorry for everything. The Friend and my DB are right. She is a terrible person. For an hour I try to rebuild her. Very rarely do I allow myself to let her put me in this vulnerable position. I make the mistake of saying she has time on her hands to think.. Anyway - I have to go as my DB is at the front door. She asks me "What did she ever do that hurt my DB so much?". So I interpret - it wasn't to apologise to me. It was to find out how she had messed up my DB. I said that I would phone her that evening - but I don't have the energy and DC are up/down during the evening - I can't bear the intensity as I am going through some stuff of my own right now..
When my DB went back - she put him up in a hotel that night depriving him of an extra night with my Dad or me even! Dad rushed him down there and he waited in all afternoon for her to come home from work then took him to a hotel :( for him to get himself to the airport and flight at 7am. It was sad that she got to us/punished us all through that.
My Mum at Christmas defies me and this is why it is so raw. I have a very tiny house. I ask her not to buy large amounts of presents for us and the children as she has in the past but she turns up with bag after bag every year. This year it was "Oh I have got hardly anything at all THIS year". This sounds very generous but in fact infiltrates my home like an infection. It's all bits of stuff we really don't need. I sound so ungrateful. But everywhere I turn - there is something that reminds me of her and the guilt manifests until nearing the end of the next year I have managed to charity most of the stuff. It is her way of ignoring a simple thing I have asked and breaking rules which she is persistant at doing - this is how I see this. For example a heavy Cake stand; an electric peeler (!); an electric pessel and mortar. Don't get me wrong some of these things have proved useful in the past - but normally 2/20 things. I sound like an 'ungrateful bitch' but I find the generosity controlling. I ask for one present for each of us but this is thrown out of the window. I hope this makes sense. It is the only thing she can 'control'.
So I am nearing my close honestly.
My DB went back overseas and they spoke on Skype so it's all fine now. But as I didn't call her that night when I said I would she started to ignore my calls. I tried and tried. I sent her a Facebook message asking if she had received me message. She replied that she had been really busy and stuff but also invited us on holiday with her again. To stay in a chalet overseas. I ignored the message for a couple of days and she sent me a shitty message saying "I take it from the silence you don't want to go overseas?" I had been trying to find time to reply and she sent that message literally as I was going to so of course it looked like I was replying on demand. I tried to keep it plesant saying we would not be going. I missed wishing her Happy NY - v tired. She's never ever text me on NYE. In fact I have been so worried about her trying to get hold of her for days thinking the worst. I got another shitty message saying her and my Aunt had been saying about me and Aunts son that they know we have young children but it would be nice to have a call. I think my cousin was simarlarly abused tbh. So she was slagging me off to my Aunt! So this is the pattern. Also that she was very very busy seeing this friend for a drink, this friend for this and that (not time on her hands to think AT ALL!) I have NOT rowed with her but I am now once again subject to her fury.
I am totally fed up of it all. I did not once row with her or tell her any home truths as my DB did but I get the resentment and bitterness. It's just so hard. I really don't know how to spark up a conversation with her right now as I could have done without her apologising for my past that Sunday afternoon..
I'm so so sorry this is so long!