It kills me to admit it but I still feel the affects of my shiteous childhood and I am 35 now. Thirty fucking five. I dont know how to deal with my parents at all and I am confused about whats right or wrong here, someone please help me out.
I was an accident. Mum had been dumped by dad when she found out she was pregnant. He came to her offering to marry her etc and she told him to eff off out of our lives. So he did. We lived with my grandparents until she met a horrible thug of a man who we moved in with when I was 8. Even before we moved in with him I was afraid of him. He kept pulling my dress open and laughing. He once pinned me down and yanked a wobbly tooth out of my mouth. When we moved in with him life was a living hell. He was occasionally violent- once continually dunked my head underwater and screamed at me, kicked me. He was occasionally creepy- asked me to model my underwear for him, commentedon my boobs etc in clothes. And he was cruel. Every single day. Everything was wrong, from how I stood to how I held my knife and fork to everything I said, to my clothes, to what I liked, every single thing. And mum stayed with him through it all. And sometimes they would sit me down on the sofa and lecture me about how I wasnt affectionatr enough to him and didnt want to call him dad. Oh and I found out he was having an affair and he told me to keep my mouth shut.
It fucked me for life. Ive suffered with anxiety, major depression, self mutilation, body dysmorphic disorder, ocd, everything. I struggle every fucking day. I feel like everything I say and do is stupid. I hate my reflection. I feel so sad.
I cut contact with my stepdad 12 years ago. But things with my mum are so complicated. She has said how sorry she is and how bad she feels for all of it, and for some reason when she says that and cries I end up consoling her and going 'its alright'. Its never fucking alright. Not that we talk about it barely ever.
I feel so self conscious around her. I agonise over how clean myhouse is, how tidy it is, what she thinks about how I parent ds, my clothes, everything. Ive lost all sight of what I really like or want for myself.
And then there is my dad. He got in touch when I was 16, and we met when I was 21. We started bonding and then he decided to move to another country. No reason other than that he wanted to move there. I was crushed. Since thenthings have been very up and down with us. We have argued and I have no fucking clue what our relationship is or what he wants. He says he loves me but history says otherwise.
I am desperate to never ever make ds feel like my parents made me feel and I spend every day parenting with a lump in my throat. I try so so hard to be a good parent and put him first.
I dont know what to do about either parent, I dont know if either of them really care about me at all. Im lost. Please help me.