I don't know where to start. I need to talk about my DM, but my head is spinning and I just can't get recent events out of my mind.
We've never had an easy relationship, although I think she would describe us as 'close'. She's always wanted to be my best friend - not the kind of relationship I've wanted - but I've always let it go. She had a very difficult childhood and didn't have a good mother role model as my Grandmother was very unwell with Mental Health problems. I've read about narcissists on here, and wonder if she has some of these traits herself... she always turns things around to be about her (a problem is always her fault, she always feels to blame etc).
I probably wasn't the easiest teenager but I'm pretty sure I wasn't the worst.
When I was 13 I met an 18 year old who I was absolutely smitten with. Looking at the age gap now, and how young I was it seems utterly wrong but by the time I was just 14 and him then 19, he was my boyfriend. He didn't treat me well. My parents knew about the relationship and allowed it to go ahead but I had fairly strict curfews, where / when I was allowed to go with him. As far as I was aware, they didn't know what was actually going on.
I don't know if the relationship with him was to blame or not, but throughout my teenage years I had problems with food. Nothing was ever diagnosed but I controlled food - I starved myself and had target (low) weights, lied about eating etc. The relationship ended when I was 17. The food issues carried on.
I had another inappropriate relationship which resulted in a ruptured ectopic pregnancy and I nearly died. My DM refused to acknowledge the pregnancy and told everyone I had appendicitis. Her account of my time in hospital was that it was worse for her than it was for me. I was hurt about her reaction, but was so deep in grief and confusion I never dealt with it.
Shortly after, I moved away from home and met my now DH when I was 18. He helped me massively - my eating became normal-ish and although I still hated the way I looked the obsession with my weight became less of a problem.
I didn't think my parents knew about the problems I had with food - until last week. I was having dinner with them and my DD when my DM decided to tell me what a nightmare I was never eating, how hard it was to live with an anorexic and that she knew I had an eating disorder.
I was too stunned at the time to say anything. I honestly didn't know she knew about my issues with food. I hurried the conversation along to a different topic. My 10yo DD did not need to hear this.
My anger about her talking about this in front of DD has turned into disbelief that she knew I was starving myself and did absolutely nothing. She said that she'd been told that the best way to deal with eating disorders was to ignore it. I don't know who told her this. I was never taken to the GP about my eating as far as I remember.
I am beginning to wonder what else she knew about and chose to ignore. Did she know what was happening when I was 14 and ignored that too? These two experiences in my life have shaped the way I am - all of my low self esteem and lack of confidence stem from this. I am angry and hurt that she didn't protect me, she didn't stop all the hurt
My own mother could have helped me and she didn't.
I don't know where I go from here. I can't stop thinking 'She did nothing'. DH is as surprised. I can't talk to her about it - like I said, she turns everything around to be about her... it'll be yet another of her 'failings', it'll create more problems than it will solve.
Why didn't she intervene? Protect me? I just don't get it
