I’m really struggling with the decision to move away. My children are so happy in their schools and they are in good schools. Everything you could hope for for your children. Plus they are too old to be uprooted. I’m worried if I move us away for my mental health then one day they will end up writing on this board that I selfishly uprooted them for my own gain and that I’m a bad mum to have done that.
Im literally having nightmares about it.
I don’t think I can do it to them, but my life is over. I rarely leave the house, I can’t work (my family would find a way of ruining it for me anyway, they know everybody), my health is awful, the man who keeps sitting outside our house is back watching our house again. I feel like a parrot that’s trapped in its cage and has pulled all its feathers out with stress.
I don’t think my family would ever hurt my children, it’s always been me they’ve scapegoated. They always did that thing of being vile towards me, but being a support to everyone else with a different face for the world , so I think that’s what they would do with my children. They’ve told me they will “tell the children the truth about me in the future” (ie repeat their smear campaign about me to them). It will be about driving a wedge between us and undermining me, rather than hurting them.
My personality has completely dissolved. Everything they criticised me for I have basically edited out of myself, so I’m just a husk of a person anyway.
They win no matter what I do. They will hunt my children down on social media no matter what. It’s impossible to escape abusers in the modern world. They’ve successfully turned most people I cared about against me with their smear campaign, so they will do the same with my children. It’s inevitable. I see posts on mumsnet generally where adult children want to connect to family members who have hurt their parents “because the argument isn’t theirs”, and the thought of it kills me.
I need to let my children be happy in their schools, it’s unfair to bring upheaval to their life because I can’t cope with my situation and because of the arseholes I’m related to. I need to give them a chance at happiness. I conceal how I feel around them, it’s exhausting, but I grew up in an environment where I had to paint a smile on my face and pretend I was ok to the outside world, so that’s what I do with my children. The smiling swan who is paddling hard with massive weights tied around her feet. But then I’ve read on here that people hate their parents doing that too. So maybe my children will grow up to hate me for that.
Ive had therapy in the past and it’s just kept me locked in the pain, I’m on medication and that helps a little bit. I don’t know what to do anymore. I think all of this will only stop when I’m 6ft under.
I don’t know what I want from this post really. Maybe just to warn anyone who has a toxic family to move away when your DC are tiny and preferably before you have any and never tell your family they exist. The road to hell is paved with good intentions. Doing the ‘right thing’ with narcissistic people will always come back to bite you. If I could turn back time I would move away before I was pregnant.
Because as it is, my mother always told me she wished she had aborted me, and I wish she had too. I hate what my FOO have done to my life.