Hello everyone. I think I need some support and I have no one I can talk to IRL.
I am only just beginning to realise just how toxic my relationship with my mother is. I am feeling a lot of conflicting emotions and am afraid to open up a can of worms. 
I am afraid atm of being outed, but I really do need some support. I am also concerned that everyone will be bored to tears with my story.
I love my mother although I do not like her very much at all. I don't think she has ever really 'liked' me. When I was 18, she told me that as soon as I was born, she asked the midwife to take me away, that she didn't want to see me. Maybe she had postnatal depression.
My father was disappointed in me for the simple reason I was a girl. He had wanted a son. My mother also wanted a son. I think this was to stick their marriage together. Alas I was a girl. I behaved like a tomboy growing up. It wasn't enough to make my parents approve of me.
My father has seen me as one big disappointment from the day I was born. I only remember my mother being disappointed in me from when I stopped bothering with school. Being bright gave me scraps of my mother's approval, and yet I found myself resenting working hard at school when it felt like it was all give give give.
My parents divorced when I was 5, and I didn't see my father again for 6 years.
My mother remarried when I was 6, to a violent man. I asked her not to marry him, but she didn't listen. Mind you, she never listened.
I remember once I came out of primary school and went to say 'You don't even care about how I feel' I got as far as 'You don't even care about' when my mother hit me and I almost fell in the road. 
She told me never to tell her she didn't care about me. I wasn't going to say that.
My step father beat us all for years. Mother told us we shouldn't have pissed him off and when I was older and asked her why she stayed with him, she said He brings the money in. Woo fucking hoo. I'd rather be living in poverty with a kind man than living in fear with a violent thug.
No matter what, mother stuck it out with him. We even ended up in a battered wives hostel once, but mother chose to go back the next day.
I was bullied at school, but mother never sorted it out. She told me to hit them back. I was bloody bullied at home and school. Home was just being punched and strangled, standing with my back against a wall (so I knew step father wouldn't creep up on me.)
Left home at 17. Mother claimed I was making her ill, she was so so worried about me. I listened to her lamenting for a few months, then went home again. 
Left home again at 21. Never gone back. Yet I still have a relationship with my mother. She can't change the past, but she refuses to accept any responsibility either. It was not her that beat us, therefore she wasn't responsible. She didn't know it was going on. (That is a blatant lie!) She has had a tough life. (That is true.)
I don't even know where I am going with this, but my life is a fucking mess. I am beginning to also realise that my life has taken a huge detour from where I wanted it to go, and I have spent my youth unwisely, mainly veering between people pleasing (including trying to please my mother) and rebelling against her in any way I can. I have been so consumed with these two things that it is almost like I have only just turned around and realised I have spent my whole youth on these projects if you like. 
I have wasted my fucking life and I am angry and sad about it, whilst knowing there is nothing I can do to bring those years back.
Or maybe I am just going through a mid life crisis? 
Hope I haven't interrupted anyone else. I just needed to get some of that out. Thank you for listening.