Thank you all so much for the advice, suggestions, personal stories and flowers. It means a lot. I know we’re all strangers on the internet but you all still took the time to reply and I really appreciate it 
I’m still trying to get ‘Toxic Parents’ on my iPhone after downloading the kindle app. I’ll figure it out. Read a sample of it and even that much hit home for me.
For so long I’ve felt I was making a big deal out of it and ‘it wasn’t that bad’ but it was. She terrorised me and loved me. I don’t understand any of it.
I hurt so bad. I wonder if her own fucked up upbringing made her not as prepared to parent as she maybe wanted to? Was there really malice in the things she said and did? Maybe she just didn’t know how to be a mother? She’s a product of a dysfunctional family too.
I just can’t make sense of a mother hitting her children as mine did. I know some parents use physical punishment but not on the level she did. I wonder sometimes was she just doing as she had learned from her own mother but then I could never do to my dd what she did to me.
Strangely I’m more angry that she hit my brother. When I wanted so desperately to protect him I couldn’t. Maybe that’s why I feel like his mother and I ‘mother’ him. I don’t know. I’m rambling again. I don’t expect any reply by the way but funnily, it helps to type this out.
My aunt has always been the saviour of the family. I do believe she is a flying monkey (looked it up) but absolutely not intentionally. I can’t explain her personality but she is just as close to saintly as I can think. She is such a beautiful, empathic woman who has carried the shit our family has dumped on her for her whole life. Her own mother was a narcissist who slowly, mentally beat her down. I feel I want to wrap her up and take her away and mind her forever but she sadly doesn’t see what they’ve done to her. I hate them.
My mother’s birthday is coming up in a few days. I won’t contact her. I feel so, so guilty and sad for her that her daughter (me) won’t call her. I see Facebook posts about how special mothers are and how we should talk to them because we never know when the last chance might be. I can’t though. I don’t know why.
I don’t know anything right now but I’m hoping the haze and guilt and pain and sadness will lift.
I feel like an awful daughter one minute and the next I’m thinking “no, I would never let another person treat me like this”.
She has apologised in the past but it’s always followed by “I’m not perfect but I tried my best” and that leads back to her again and how hard life was. I don’t doubt, as a single mother, times were hard but it’s not said in that way. It’s said like ‘let’s have a pity party for me so we can excuse my behaviour.
Jesus there’s so much, I could write all night and maybe I will but not here. I think starting my rambling here has made me think maybe I should start a journal.
Please don’t anyone feel the need to reply. I’m just typing. Stopping now.
Once again, thank you all and all the very best to you 