NC outing.
I just need somewhere to go with these thoughts and have nowhere else.
I’m 24. I have no contact with my father. I have no siblings. I have no partner and no friends who can really understand.
My mum just isn’t who I needed her to be. I’ve never felt loved by her or comforted when I’m sad. I’ve never been allowed to cry in front of her, because I’m ruining her day and stressing her out – if I’m having a bad day, it’s ‘how do you think I feel’. I have been a 12 year old putting her high, swearing mother to bed because there was no one else around to do it. I’ve been told I look better thinner repeatedly over years (I’m a healthy BMI), despite explaining that I was only ever skinny because I hated myself and wasn’t eating. I’ve lived with many of her boyfriends, none of which lasted and some of whom I was thrown out alongside – accused of ‘siding with him’ when I’d done nothing. Every mistake I’ve made is thrown back at me when I least need to hear it – like when I’m crying my heart out over an assignment that didn’t go how I wanted, I’ll hear ‘oh you’ll fail your degree again will you then?’ (because I dropped out due to severe mental health issues when I was younger – she deems that failing). If someone slights me and I’m heartbroken, I should’ve known not to trust them in the first place and it’s somehow my fault. I’m ‘terrible with money’ for the rest of my life because I once forgot to pay a bill when I was 19. When I was struggling with very dark thoughts at 22, she turned it on to her again and shouted at me – I felt I had nowhere to go so stayed in my car all night. She knew I’d gone and didn’t call.
I have never once, not one time felt secure and like I had anyone to depend on. Never had any stability in my formative years. So now I try my best – I’m on track to graduate. I have hobbies. I have a career lined up. But every day is so hard for me. Every little setback rocks my whole world because I have no strong foundations. I am an anxious little girl grown up and I am so terrified all the time. Sometimes it is so hard to get up in the morning and face the day.
And no matter how much I explain, she can’t see that she’s done this to me – that she continues to do it to me every time I’m stupid enough to go to her for some support and she turns it into an opportunity to remind me of everything I’ve ever done wrong. She can’t see that she needs to stop, or she’s going to drive me to somewhere I can’t get up from. I have been on my knees, crying and begging her to please understand me. To just hug me when I cry and tell me that I’m worthy and I’ll be alright – and she’s walked away to let me cry alone. I have done all I can and nothing ever gets through.
All I ever wanted is a mum who was my best friend. Who I know loves me beyond love. The stuff I read about on here. Some of you would be willing to go to war for your kids, to die for them – I am so happy for them but so sad for me. I will never feel loved ‘no matter what’. I don’t have anywhere to go to feel like everything will be ok. And it’s all I want. It’s all I ever wanted. I’d trade anything for it.
I am so alone. When it comes down to it, I will only ever have me, unconditionally, and that knowledge is such a heavy burden to carry. I don’t know how to be ok with this. It never gets easier and I am so tired.
If you read this far thank you for hearing me and I’d welcome any wise words