OK- so a bit of background. I'm early 20s, never really had a good relationship with my parents or sibling or really my extended family. I don't know what it is- i'm just so different from them all and i've never, ever gelled with them.
My mother is verbally, and on occasion physically, abusive towards me. It's been this way as long as I can remember- the problem stemming from the fact she only ever wanted one child and then fell pregnant with me. She favours my sibling blatantly- own house, own car, still gets an allowance despite earning a very modest salary in London while i'm practically sat on the bones of my arse looking for a job which is difficult enough at the moment aside from the fact i've been ill for the past 5 years. I don't think she has ever loved me- she puts on a facade in front of other people which makes it difficult for them to believe just how much I struggle at home. She is devious- very devious and apparently because buys me lavish gifts at Christmas (all part of the game) "everything must be OK really". I should probably also add that she drinks a fair amount- 2/3 nights a week she will put a bottle or two away easily.
Other relationships in life haven't been much better either- i'm lucky in that I do have a small handful of friends that I call my family but being bullied throughout school and in general day to day life has really knocked my confidence and left me feeling a bit of a recluse. It's really difficult not having the one person who should be there to support me and hold my hand and tell me everything is going to be OK. I'm terrified to live in my own home somedays- today has been a bad day as I stuck up for myself when she dragged me shopping and started shouting in the middle of the street that I stunk of BO, my hair was greasy and I looked like a "fat trollop" in the dress I was wearing. I was completely humiliated.
It has caused something though- it has made me realise that really, i'm starting to grow indifferent. Her friend died earlier in the year and she told me today that she couldn't cope with it anymore and needs me to be supportive. I just felt....nothing.
Part of me feels completely guilty because I know how hard it is to struggle without support (support she didn't offer me when I was struggling in the depths of depression) but there is a big part of me who just doesn't care about this woman who has fed me poison for so long.
Honestly....does this make me a bad person?