Brains do protect us but my brain recently released a memory that validated my interpretation of events, so wow, how about that.
........ I got a flashback of my mother crying dramatically in the car that she was a terrible mother and I was sitting there not knowing what to say. She had just screamed at me over nothing (I felt) so I do remember not disagreeing with her. I do remember that clearly, I wondered should I say ''oh no you're a great mother'' but I remember also that I decided not to say that. Authentic as always, god I just had scapegoat written all over me.
We fell out 3 years ago because i wanted her to acknowledge that something she did hurt me. Not say sorry but just show me some understanding that she understood she'd hurt me. She turned it around, made herself the victim of me, gave me the silent treatment, trashed me to the relatives good and proper, and now blames me for ''destroying the family''. I'm not contacting any of them at rather than being no contact. If they contacted me I'd respond but they never do. My mum has written me out of her play.
At this point I cannot imagine fixing things, so much damage has been done. I've been letting my therapy sessions settle, I've been watching Jerry wise, Jay Reid, Patrick Teahan, learning about self-compassion and practicing it. But that memory popped out from under the parapet the other day and made me realise, on one level my mother knows she has failed. Why oh why oh why could she not just say I never meant to hurt you. Instead she has given me the silent treatment for nearly three years.
I used to post on this thread two years ago, so hurt, so confused, still angry, still half believing that one day my mother would GET IT.
Now I'm just left with this sadness.
My mother accused me of being unhappy though, so I feel like I can't admit that. Her most recent text was '''we're sorry you're so unhappy, you're in our hearts, don't bother to reply'' so I feel angry that ''unhappy'' is the latest thing projected on to me.
I am not unhappy. The relationship with my parents or the total lack of it is sad but I'm not unhappy.