Hi Guys,
I am 29 years old and feel so angry at mum that its exhausting. I dont want to feel like this anymore, I just want to let it go, but I just cant, please any advice would be great. Some background below:
My childhood wasnt a good one. My earliest memory is of my mum shouting at my dad, all the time and when I got to about 5 she started shouting at me, over anything and everything. She was genuinely scary and her mood swings were so hard to live with. She was emotionally abusive and to a lesser extent physically abusive.
At around 8 on mothers day I got up early and made her cereal with milk and got her a glass of orange juice. I wanted to serve her breakfast in bed. I went upstairs with my sister and gave her the breakfast I'd made. She looked at me in disgust and said I shouldnt have bothered then ate two bites and said the milk was cold and that I had wasted my time and hers.
Before she used to leave for an event or outing she used to get stressed over getting ready so her moods would plummet, I'd walk around on eggshells at these times but more often than not she would find an excuse to scream at me. She used to say hateful things to me and then just leave. I still have anxiety to this day over people leaving me. I started having to tell members of my family I loved them before we said goodbye.
Then there was the time my mum had been so verbally aggressive to me that i wet myself because i was so scared, she must have felt herself go to far because she reached out to hug me and because my mother never did that I let her, she felt I'd wet myself and called me disgusting then hit me then sent me to be at 2pm in the afternoon.
One of the biggest things that affected me was that because I was oldest I was the one she targeted for the abuse. She used to treat me like shit and my sister was treated like I should have been treated.
It all culminated in the worst instance, we were on holiday, I think I was around 9/10. We were sharing a family room, and it was very hot and I was pretty I'll, I had been diagnosed with chicken pox and I had a bad cough. I was asleep one minute and then then I was woke up by mum choking me telling me to shut up. My dad pulled me off of her and told me to go back to sleep. I was terrified. The next day it was like nothing had ever happened and I didnt speak of it again until I was in my late 20s.
When I was 11 my mum had a hysterectomy and hand on heart she became a whole different person. She was a good mum she never laid a hand on me again and she never screamed at me again. The hysterectomy proved to me that my mum was very sick and that to a large extent she wasnt at fault for her actions while she was unwell. And logically I knew that, but I was still traumatised from it.
The months after my mums hysterectomy where great I begin to make new memories that started replacing some of the old ones. Then my sister got sick (arthritis) and a family rift meant that she was now responsible for looking after two of my cousins. All her time was taken up with them and my sister. She also had elderly parents, one of whom had dementia. I wasnt a priority. She spent so much time with my sister and my cousins. I used to read or watch tv as a type of escapism. As I got into my teen years I started to get resentful of my cousins because they would always say how grateful they were to my mum and how supportive she was, and I'd be sitting there thinking to myself, they were right she was so loving and supportive to them, nothing was too much trouble, why didnt I have that? My mum was no longer abusive and she was a great mum to my sister and cousins. But she was just an okay mum to me and I didnt feel it was fair. I had had to deal with years of bad mum why wasnt it my turn to have a good mum. I started acting out and getting in fights with my mum (never physical) the family and extended family labelled me a brat and to this day look back at my teen years and say what trouble I had caused my lovely mum.
Fast forward into my twenties and things are settling down. My mum has supported me financially getting a house and emotionally over my general anxiety disorder (I have an idea why I have that) but genuinely she is a good mum to me and I know she cares and loves me. The only problem I have is that its 100% obvious to me she loves and likes my sister more, the way she talks to her and the way she talks about her a blind man could see I was lacking compared to her in my mothers eyes. She calls my sister every day to talk. I get a 5 minute phone call every other day. She calls her hunny and hugs her at any opportunity, I cant remember the last time I got a hug without having to ask for one. I get into arguments with her over it but she denys it and then says I'm making thing up. She even makes me doubt my own memories and then when pushed admits its happened but im just too needy and emotional.
I genuinely thought that my mum, sister and I generally had a good relationship but then I turned 25 and met my (ex) partner. I was so excited for them to meet him. I organised that me and him and my sister meet and have drinks. It went well and my sister said she liked him, she and I went back home to have dinner with my mum, she picked us up from the train station and started driving home. On the way back we stopped and mum asked me to run in the shops and pick things up for tea. I left my phone in the car whilst I went to pick up the shopping. We went home and had dinner and then I noticed my phone had a 5 minute voice recording on it. I clicked it and felt sick to my stomach. It was a conversation between my mum and my sister basically slagging me off for 5 minutes and laughing at how my poor ex had his work cut out for him having to deal with me. I just sat there stunned the way they spoke about me and him it was like they were worried I wouldn't be good enough for him and man my mum hadn't met and a man who my sister had only just met for 2 minutes. I played thr recording over and over and it got worse every time I listened. I was a psycho and a liar and selfish and just genuinely crazy and they laughed about it and then venom and disdain in their oices was the worst part. It broke my heart.
I confronted them and they both cried and said how sorry they were, my dad was in hospital at the time and they said it was just the stress of a horrible situation that caused them to be so nasty. I was numb, what could I do, I tried to just let it go.
5 years later that relationship ended amicably, we just weren't right for each other but we remained friends. I asked my mother if I could move back in with her and it was a flat no. I was so upset. Weeks went by and eventually she said yes and allowed me to move in so I could save money for my own place. The first week I was there my sister called and mentioned how hard her commute was, my mum begged her to move back home. If my sister upsets me I'm told to let it go and move past it but vice versa my mum will ignore me/shout at me/ guilt trip me if I upset my sister.
Living here has just put a microscope over my repressed feelings. I've tried speaking to my parents over my childhood and my mum has apologized and I know she genuinely is sorry but then I just get told I'm too old to let it bother me and that theres nothing they can do. I try to talk to them about how they treat me and my sister differently and they just outright deny it and it's so frustrating I want to cry.
The thing is is that I have lost my temper in fights and I can be verbally aggressive and swear at them and I can feel like they do sometimes walk and eggshells around me. And I know my sister is angry at me over my fights with mum, she doesnt understand why I'm so angry with my mum when all she sees is wonderful mum. And she is good mum, it's not her fault she likes my sister more than me, I just wish it didnt hurt me so much.
I dont like the person I am with this anger inside of me. I'm hurting my relationship with my sister and I'm damaging the relationship with my parents. I dont want to feel this anger and resentment anymore.
Any help would be greatly appreciated.