I’ve posted loads before under other usernames about my mum. She watched my stepdad shove my head under water and throw me out of the house, telling me to fuck off because he found me annoying. I could write a book about all the abuse (I still struggle to use that word though!) which made me live in terror every day and fantasise about running away.
Anyway. I cut ties with my mum 5 years ago. I tried to talk to her about what happened when I was a kid and she went into self-pity/ deflect mode and minimised a lot of what I said. I had no clue how to move forward and things fell apart.
I have dreams about her all the time. They are always horribly painful. Either I’m back in the house and desperate to escape, or I zoom back to when she suddenly started wanting to be my best mate around 2009 ish. I miss her as my best friend. I couldn’t relax around her and was always waiting for her to lash out or upset me, but she was warm to be around and fun. She was supportive and made me feel loved (I should point out though that I couldn’t ever relax around her though, knowing all the years of what had gone before, and how she could suddenly become the ice queen again).
I miss the good bits of her terribly. I miss my warm friend. I dread going to bed and what awful dreams await me.
Dunno why I’m saying this I just had to get it out somewhere