pocket , thank you. And thank you everyone who has been a support to me over the years, since 2007.
You have given me the honesty and support/nurturing and understanding that I did not get from my mum.
for everyone at MN headquarters, too, thanks for keeping MN going.
My mum died when I was 18, back in 1980. I cried for 15 min. because my dad was sitting there crying so I thought I should too. There was no bond there. The emotional numbness from being treated as the invisible one was pretty well complete by that point.
I didn't really grieve her until I had my second child, a dd, 14 years later. I missed having help (and mil was 500 miles away-which turned out to be a blessing too) and I missed : well, sometimes you are not sure what you should be missing but there was a void there. Then it suddenly dawned on me that if she were around, she would make my life a pure misery. That was when I admitted to myself that I was glad she was gone.
She would purposely not tell me how to do things, then sit back and laugh as I struggled to figure it out. If humiliation were deadly, I have died a thousand deaths. You can only be stabbed in the heart so many times...
With young kids, my dh would make MD a day off for me. But now that I'm older, I like having my dc around me (24, 22 ,9) and we all get along really well, if I say so myself; we are on the same team.
For folks struggling with guilt: just don't. Guilt is tricky, but at the end of the day, we choose how we feel about something. It is a choice. Automatically feeling guilty suggests brainwashing (whether by society, clueless bystanders, or from mum/family dynamics). Break through that. Process, think for yourself, and decide if this really is your doing-we know it was not your doing. Just say no to guilt. And don't feel guilty for not feeling guilty! 