Hello everyone I am very new to this
I havent got time to go into great detail but I will list whats been on my mind
DM had little patience with me sometimes as a child because of the menopause and DF being a dominant but negative influence on her (he was insecure and didnt like her going out with friends)
I have a memory that keeps coming back to me lately of her being busy in the kitchen baking (she was always cleaning aswell - ocd) and I wanted to help. Each task she gave me I seemed to fail in some way... but I remember she asked me to cut some dates in half and I did so, happily chattering away and then some fell on the floor.. or I knocked something on the floor, and she blew her top. I cried in my bedroom for my dad to come home from work, feeling completely useless, hopeless and stupid.
She often drifted off and stared into space while I was chattering, eventually I recognised the look and thought Id better shut my mouth as whatever Im babbling about must be boring/selfish/of no importance.
She sometimes sat and stared miserably at the fireplace. I started to do that too.
I snap at Dp and dd or ignore them the way she did with me. Or I talk to him like theyre stupid, or coldly, or impatiently like DM did with my dad. She would slag him off to me a lot. I know I am directly copying how she was with my own family.
She tells me Im fat and has done for years. By that I mean that my belly is fat - its sticks out (its the first place I put weight on and last place it comes off). When Im talking she looks me up and down analysing me for faults. She recently asked me to lift my top so she could look at belly and see why its fat, I must be a freak (Im a size10/12)
I thought I couldnt make a cup of tea for years because hers was never right. After leaving school and starting work (lots of making tea for the office) I realised it was actually just her being over critical as I never received a complaint from anyone else
She used to tell me I should be more like so-and-so at school (friends of mine) if they were bubbly/confident/jolly types. I was often told I was a misery by my parents. I never felt a misery around friends
I ignore my 3 yr old dd sometimes or switch off when shes talking away and asking me to play. Worse, when I wind myself up over how worthless and stupid I feel inside I take my anger out on her. I am shouty and today while throwing things around found myself getting a horrid kick out of telling her to get out of my f*cking way and stop thinking everything was about HER.
I am disgusted and horrified at what I have become. I always think that if I were to die it would make no difference to dp and dd, shed get a better upbringing from him and his family anyway and she wouldnt become warped by my vicious words
Despite all of this I cannot say my mother was bad. She and my DF are supportive and helpful and generous and look after dd whenever we need.
But I remember the negative and how bad she made me feel sometimes
I am mixed up with resentment and guilt and self hatred.
Have had anxiety and depression on and off for years
Had post-natal depression with dd and was robbed of any enjoyment I should have felt with her.
Thankyou for reading, I dont know how to proceed tbh.