ive always had a fractured relationship with my parents. i had a lot of sibling jealousy as a child and was pretty much left to my own devices while my sister was seen as the compliant, 'better' daughter - at least that is how i saw it as a child. she was easier going, i was labelled as difficult and so the cycle began...i was defensive and stroppy about them seeing my sister like this, and then turned my back on them, thereby making me out to be all those things even if i didnt want to be, if that makes sense?
i ended up forming a close relationship with a neigbour who was divorced, probably in her sixties at the time. i would go over there every night after school, sit and watch tv and then go home around 9pm to go to bed. this went on between the ages of 12 to 14, during which time i had anorexia. i cant remember if i ate dinner much at home during this time although it would definitely have been available for me as my mum always did dinner for the family.
i felt isolated but they maintained it was my own doing. my neighbour would often talk to me about what was going on with me at school, with my family, with my eating. in my eyes she was the only person who cared and i turned to her as a source of support and continuity in my life. my family said i was attention seeking and one day i recall my mum shouting "why are you always at her house, are you in love with her or something?" looking back on this as an adult i feel so sad. was she jealous? did she wonder why i did this? was she as lost as i was? i also hate her for not sitting me down and TALKING with me, taking the reigns as my mum, asking me to confide in her, not giving up until i talked or opened up. why didnt she do that?
i have always been labelled as the difficult one. even now i am referred to as that - behind closed doors i know they talk about me. whats strange is nobody in my adult life has said i was difficult. i have good friends and i feel free to be me when i am away from my parents. i get on with my sister and recently she said to me that she felt totally suffocated by the pedestal they put her on. she isnt ready or perhaps isnt as hurt by my paretns as me and she is reluctant to say too much about it all.
i think i need counselling to process all this. the above is one example of many things that werent quite right as a child. i have a gaping hole inside me where i wish i had that sense of security with my parents - mum in particular. i feel this was damaged as a child and i dont know how to develop it as an adult - is it even possible? i feel underlying frustration and anger with my parents even now and then feel waves of guilt at taking that out on them - of course it is seemingly out of nowhere to them as it is based on these memories as opposed to how they behave today.
can i move past this? can i lose this label they gave me? i feel it on me in every insecurity i have ever had.