I know there are a lot of posts on here about peoples relationships with their mothers. I didn't want to hijack someone elses thread but I really need to write this down.
Atm I am very depressed, for days I have not left the house or spoken to anyone other than dh and the kids. Until now I could not even face posting this but now I have managed it and I hope it will help me.
Apologies as it is very long, If you don't want to post I understand as it is probably gabbled and goes on forever. I just need to get it out of my system once and for all.
Mum has always been abusive or witnessed abuse and did nothing to protect myself and my brother. I never knew my father partly because my mum wouldn't give him access to me. She always told me he was evil and tried to kill her while she was carrying me. I do not know if this is the truth as she is an accomplished liar and once said that he wasn't as bad as she had previously made out, also my grandparents told me he was a very supportive partner to mum but they just didn't get on.
Up to the age of 4 she was what I would consider a "normal" loving mother. I vividly remember one day when I was 4 or 5 and she told me that she had met another man (who would later become my stepfather) and would be telling daddy (My younger brother's dad) he had to leave. I remember feeling confused and terribly guilty as she made me promise to keep it a secret from the man I called daddy. I had already been abandoned in my eyes by my real father and now my dad was going to leave.
My brother's dad left and my step-father moved in. At first he just disregarded us but eventually he became a tyrant who would control everything we did. He once forced us to drink sour milk and if we left food he would present it to us at every meal time until we ate it all. He was very violent to me and my brother, He used to carry my brother up the stairs by his ears and would slap me around the face and kick me in the stomach. My mum was well aware what was happening but said "at least he doesn't hit me like you dad's did" when me and my brother would pleaded with her to kick him out after one particular savage beating.
The mental abuse was worse, Mum and my stepdad were forever telling me how useless/fat/lazy/stupid I was and they would play me and my brother (and later my younger brother and sister) against each other, Someone would be the favourite and the other would be ignored and then the roles would be reversed. I can clearly remember when I was about 8 I was in a dance show and they laughed the whole time I was on stage, When we got home they told me I was the worst dancer there and the other girls were so much better.
Occasionally I would see my "old" mum and she would hug me and tell me that she loved me. In a way it made things worse as I was always trying to gain her love and approval but I never got anywhere.
When I was 15 I got a boyfriend and from then on the abuse stopped. A year later mum had another affair this time with my brothers step uncle (His real dad's girlfriend's brother) and kicked my stepdad out. Although we were relieved my brother and I cried for days, He had lived with us for 11 years and although he was an awful man we had loved him. My mum was so angry and swore at us that we had hated him so much so why were we so upset. It was then that she comforted my brother and I saw that she treated us differently. While I was expected to pull myself together - A role which I was used to being the eldest. My brother was comforted and I was shut out.
Things then got worse a couple of years later my brother confided in me and then mum that her boyfriend (his step uncle) had abused him when he was younger. By then they had split up and mum went crazy she kicked me out of the house (I was 18) and the rest of the family found out. I moved in with my nan and grandad who were the only stable influence in my life and looking back the only reason I never did anything drastic like taking my own life although I often considered it.
I didn't speak to mum for about a year after that, Tbh it did me good not to have any contact with her but when I was 19 I found out I was pregnant and felt like I should talk to her so I approached her in her local pub and told her. At first she was a bit unresponsive but then she opened up and I thought we were getting on just fine.
About a month later she told me that my bf had tried it on with her and she had slept with him just before I got pregnant. This upset me a lot and I lost my job as I was so hysterical I would not leave the house (probably a mix of upset and pregnancy hormones). My bf denied it but mum was adamant and somehow I carried on a relationship with her even though she said she blamed me for my brother's abuse as I apparently knew it was going on and never told her, even though he didn't tell me until after it had happened, right before he told mum.
Since I had my son 6 years ago our relationship is basically unchanged, My sons father turned out to be abusive. According to my mum I sought out an abusive relationship and deserved it as in her words I treated my previous bf "like s**t on my shoes". When he broke my arm, Mum refused to have my ds then 1 because she was too busy. So I had to go to A&E at 2am with my baby son.
I have since married a wonderful man and have had 2 beautiful dd's. Myself and my ds have what I consider a "normal" family life now along with dh and our two gorgeous girls we have a very happy life - apart from my depression which is affecting us all.
Mum has only seen dd1 who is 20 months 5 times and dd2 who is 5 months twice. She acts the loving grnadmother when she sees them but never rings or vists. Yet she visits my brother and his gf (possibly because she feels guilty for the abuse that happened to him) and they have a normal mother & son relatinship as do my two other siblings.
I have had 2 miscarriages in the last year but she just said "never mind" when I told her. After having dd2 my sister decided to send me some really upsetting txt messages and ring our house all hours of the night because she was jealous of us having a new baby which was really upsetting, Dh rang my mum and asked her to talk to my 17 year old sister to stop the messages but my mum said "now you know what I put up with everyday"
I feel like the only time she was ever interested in me was when I would look after my younger brother and sister which would sometimes be for weeks on end. As soon as I had dd1 we stopped having them as it was too much to cope with and she stopped contacting me.
I have tried so hard to get her to love me, I took her to London last year for her birthday to see REM (her favoruite band) but she was distant and didn't even say thanks, she just borrowed maney off me for fags and beer. In June we went to visit mum as she had not seen our baby daughter. I made up with my sister and we took mum, my sister and youngest brother out to dinner. We had a lovely evening (at our expense) but like dh said they just Take, Take, Take. As soon as you have nothing left to give them they don't want to know you anymore. He was right I haven't heard from any of them since except when I saw them at a family party a month later but since then nothing.
Reading this back I can see it is pointless trying to have a relationship with her as she is just not interested in me or my children. The only time she ever says she loves me is if she is drunk when I ring her (probably twice a year) and I know she just says it cos she thinks that what she should say. I think she does have a drinking problem and issues with men as she does sleep around a lot. This has only been in the last 4 years or so and I have tried to speak to her about it but she is not interested and says she just loves drink and sex, even trying it on with dh in front of me once - He was horrified as was I.
The only family I am in contact with is my beloved nan and my auntie - Mum's mum and sister. Neither of whom she has a relationship with. My nan always asks if mum ever said why she hates her so much, All she ever does is borrow money from nan and she doesn't talk to her sister as she is jealous of her (even though my auntie has had a very hard life due to fertility problems).
My grandad passed away in 2001 and was my only male role model and the only man who ever loved and protected me - other than my dh. When he was dying mum acted as if she was the only person upset, No-one was allowed to be upset only her. My nan, autie and me nursed him at home. Mum never helped as she said it would be too upsetting for her. Never mind my poor nan who was about to lose her husband of 38 years. When we went to see his body in the chapel of rest she cuddled her bf even though I was in floods of tears, It was my auntie who held me as we cried for him.
If I didn't have dh and the kids I don't know what I would do. I have severe pnd and thinking about mum just makes me feel worse.
Funnily enough I have since forgiven my abusive stepdad and we have talked through the past many many times, I can honestly say I love him even though he was an awful abusive man I now care for him and have a quite good relationship with him.
I just can't forgive my mum for what she has done though, Why is she so hateful to my nan. Mum always said she had a great childhood she loved my grandad very much but was always jealous of her sister and my nans relationship as they are very close to each other and to me.
I can't understand why she doesn't care for me or love me. What did I do?
Sometimes I don't think about it at all, but lately it has been playing on my mind. My MIL is like a second mother as is my lovely nan but it is not the same. I am so determined to have a normal relationship with my kids but so scared I will end up like my mum. Dh says not to worry that I am a good mum but I am just terrifed I will end up being like her.
I feel better for getting it out of my system but also scared of the future and sad about the past. I just hope I can work things out for myself and be a good mother to my children.
But I just can't help worrying about it and wondering why it all went so wrong with my own mother