Hi all. I am constantly surprised by how I can feel fine, even happy one day, and come crashing down the next. It seems to hit me out of the blue without warning.
Yesterday I sent an email to my middle sister. She hadn't replied to my previous emails and I hated the feeling of powerlessness I had by having to wait for her to reply. I knew the relationship shouldn't be like that, I shouldn't be feeling anxious that she hasn't replied because she perhaps was annoyed with me about something. I think I have always known somewhere deep down that ever since I cut off my parents it wouldn't be possible to have a relationship with my sisters unless and until they decided to step out of the drama triangle. But I was not at all ready to cut myself off from them at the same time as my parents. I suppose I was longing to have a real relationship with them, to be close and open and honest with them. But that would have been in contradiction to how we had always lived our lives and there was no reason why things should be any different now from the way they were when we were children. But I suppose, until now, I simply didn't want to, or couldn't, face up to that.
I was never particularly close to either of my sisters. I used to think this was because of the age gap, but I realise now it was because that was the way my mother 'engineered' things. She effectively took my place as their sibling and cast me as the outsider. She was unconsciously acting out her own childhood issues and using me to do it. I suppose I imagined that somehow now that we were all older and married we would somehow become close but of course that was never going to happen. I was as a child always the outsider and I realise now I will always be the outsider even as an adult. I have written to my middle sister telling her about how i felt as a child, how hurt I used to feel at being left out of things and how lonely and sad I was. I told her if we are to have a relationship it has be something brand new, not carrying on from the past. We need to get to know each other from scratch as I know she has no idea who I really am inside, all she has ever seen is the angry person i was when we all lived at home with our parents.
In a weird way, 'letting go' of my sisters feels like a relief although it also makes me very sad. But it is a relief as i was holding onto something that was really an illusion, something i wanted really badly, but which didn't really exist. I imagine this is the way most of you feel about your parents and that is why it is so hard for you to cut yourselves off from them. I found it easy to cut myself off from my parents but I have found it much harder to do this with my sisters. I find it so hard to actually beleive that they are also willing to cut me off and it hurts a lot to know that.
As children it was almost as if I was not the eldest sister. They used to bully and mock me more in the way older siblings would treat their youngest sibling even though i was 5 years and 8 years older than them. I have always felt I shouldn't blame them for their behaviour as children as they were i'm sure unconsciously following my parents' lead in showing no respect for my feelings. But their behaviour towards me has continued into adulthood, albeit in a much more subtle way, although it has always been interspersed with 'niceness' so I suppose i have been very confused by them.
I had also wanted to keep a relationship with them for the sake of my children, I didn't want my DC's to miss out on knowing their aunties and cousins (to be) because of my issues with my sisters. But the price I would have to pay was proving too great and it somehow feels 'right' to not have a relationship with them now. Because there never was a relationship there in reality. It was all simply an illusion and somehow that has been so much harder for me to face up to and accept than knowing that my parents didn't love me. Knowing that my sisters don't love me hurts me much more. I don't really know why that is the case.
I feel completely alone now and yet I know it's not really a new feeling; I have always felt alone within my family. I suppose I have always believed in the illusion of my family and now I am facing the reality. There never was a real family, none of them ever really cared about me.
I can honestly say that facing up to all of this has been the hardest and most painful thing I have ever done in my whole life. (Giving birth was easy in comparison!) And yet I feel stronger for it and have so much more respect for myself for having the courage to do this. I would rather have the truth and reality any day than the lies and illusions that were my life for 37 years.
So sorry for the ramble, I really need to get all this out of my head. Would love to go and lie down now, I feel drained and exhausted, but have to get on with the housework before DS gets up from his nap.