I've posted quite recently about both my toxic mum and also difficulties I've been having with my ex partner.
Basically, this week it came to a bit of head as I literally felt overwhelmed with the stress that both relationships were giving me. After about 4 months of counselling and the stuff that has been unearthed I felt like I could hardly contain the pressure any more. Actually felt for the last few weeks like I was a pressure cooker about to go off.
Issues with my mum include her constant invalidating, criticism etc. With ex P it was the constant undermining and again the invalidation.
Anyway it all came to a head this week. I confronted my mum after she asked me why I don't "talk" to her anymore. She said that I always used to tell her my problems but that she feels I have shut down since about December. I told her this was because I felt like she was always invalidating me and that I never felt any better when I did tell her stuff, that I would be better off not talking to her. I told her that she does things that I feel are betrayals, like always siding with my abusive dad and asking my ex to family do's without asking me first. That I don't appreciate her "advice" as to me it feels like criticism. I used a lot of "I" statements, which I have learnt from counselling so as not to blame her. It sort of worked in that it did not lead to an argument or anything. She was very defensive, I kept saying that the things she did made me feel a certain way. Anyway, she got quite upset, saying she did not realise the effect it was having on me, that she loves me.
It was quite a heavy conversation. I told her a lot of stuff that has weighed heavily on me for a long time and it was a real relief to get it off my chest and also that I did'nt go into a rage which is what I have been worried about doing. I was very calm and it was a very civilised if not emotionally charged conversation.
Later on the same day (ffs!) I ended up having another heavy conversation with my ex. I told him how undermined I feel by him berating me about the housework, that I find his manner patronising and that I never feel like he listens or respects my opinions. He was also quite receptive to what I was saying and again I did'nt fly off the handle or anything, it was all very text book assertiveness as I could manage with lots of "when you do this...it makes me feel..." etc. Again that ended reasonably well.
However, today I saw ex again as he was taking DD out so that I could study. He told me that he gets so frustrated with me because he wants the 3 of us to do stuff like go camping together either just us or with his friends too. I tell him I feel like such a spare part when I'm with his friends as I am not in a relationship with him and just don't feel that comfortable. He said that it is all in my head, that I should just "relax" more and that our lives would be so much better if I just agreed to go on trips with him more. I told him I just don't think its that normal for us to go on trips like that together because we are not in a relationship etc. He just did not know where I'm coming from. I don't even know if IABU. I just have a feeling in my gut that I don't really want to go camping or other activities with him. He seems so headstrong and always lays the blame at my door, always saying things are my fault.
Anyway, its been a heavy week for me. On the one hand I sort of feel like in some way I am making progress by expressing clearly my feelings and needs to people but I also just feel utterly emotionally exhausted.
Another thing that has caused me to feel emotionally zapped is seeing one of my best friends for the first time in absolutely ages this week. its the first time I've seen her since she was diagnosed with MS, which has also caused me a lot of heartbreak because she is so lovely and of course it is a horrible thing for someone you love to be told. It was fabulous to see her, she is so positive and great company, but it reminded me how much she means to me and how much I have missed her.
I also have a massive essay to complete by the end of next week for my OU degree. I have shit loads of work to do on it. I won't be able to do any more tonight because I am so tired.
I've just bought a packet of cigerettes today (I quit a while back) as I feel like I needed some sort of comfort. The guys in the corner shop know I quit ages ago and were like going "oh no, I thought you quit!". I told them I've had a bad day and was lucky not to burst into tears there and then like a big blubbering mess. I now also feel shitty and guilty because I've smoked a fag even though I was so proud of myself for quitting.
Sorry this is so long. From a purely selfish point of view, writing it all down has been a little bit cathartic. I suppose I would like a bit of hand holding and/or a bit of advice. xxx