My head is a right mess. Apologies if my post is messy but I have a million things going through my head right now and I am not sure what to do with them.
The problem isn’t my own family (she and dd), but my extended family, namely my mom and brother. I’d be lying if I said my brother and I had an easy time growing up, but he himself greatly contributed a lot of pain himself. Our dad isn’t in the picture any more and while I have always kept a very close bond with my mom the contact with my brother has been sporadic until a few years ago.
Long story short: both my brother and I had a parent who loved us, and another one who disliked us. I grew up wondering why my father despised me so much, and why he adored my older brother instead. My mother was always in my side, and doing her best to shield me from my father (and sometimes my brother too). In my 20s I went for counselling and dealt with a lot of these issues. I have to admit that I hated my brother for years, but we got closer again over the years. He I has a severe personality disorder and can be very difficult, but he too has changed over the years.
I recently went away with my mom and after a few drinks she recounted some things that really shook me. I did bring it up again the next day and we talked more, but she seemed uncomfortable. I had never realised what my brother, the golden boy, had grown up with, and what I had been shielded from. I first felt angry and really bullshitted by all of them.
I called him to ask whether it had been true and he confirmed it but he couldn’t understand why I was angry. We spoke a few times and I am still angry, but somehow I’m getting more and more angry with my parents and less with him. In some cases their stories are similar but differ profoundly at some stage, and I don’t know who is telling the truth. What’s really worrying me is that his version of events sounds more plausible and damming (for himself).
I’m now going through photo albums and memories and I am so confused. It’s three decades of “well you know what your brother is like” vs the niggling doubt that my mother has been lying about solve very important things.
Has anyone gone through something like this with their family?
My mind has been spinning and I have this uneasy feeling in my stomach. If my mother lied it means she took some very big risks…I don’t want to upset anyone but I feel I need to know the truth.