Namechanged for this- there are some things I am too ashamed to admit to anyone.
The main thing is that I think I still hate her even though she has been through 20 years of therapy and is (to some extent) a different person now.
A lot of bad memories of her abuse have been stirred up by being here over Christmas and oddly, by a lot of the threads here about controlling men.
She couldnt' ever seem to see I was a separate person...I existed solely to please her, but I failed in that. If I laughed, I was 'hysterical'. If I wore something she didn't like, I had 'low self esteem' and was 'making myself look horrible'.
We were never allowed to lock the bathroom door in case she wanted to use the toilet (even though there was one downstairs.) She would come in and stare and make comments about my body- my breasts and pubic hair etc, and snigger about how I was 'not wasting away' etc.
I got very depressed at 13 or so and she freaked out, screaming at my dad that I was a disgrace, look at the state of me... I remember her saying 'she is my child, she is the way I made her and LOOK AT HER...'
The pain and rage over these and so many other incidents (like the times she used to strand us all on the pavement and lock herself in the car, leaving my dad to beg pathetically to be let back in, etc...he is a classic enabler) don't seem to go away.
I live in fear of being like her and I think it's really undermined my mothering. I don't feel adequate to look after my sons.
This Christmas she's in a bad, snappy mood and I can see the old mum returning. It sends me into a rage, I want to yell at her, but also feel so despairing that she still affects me like this. My dad has always been a 'devoted' husband, servant of the bully, jumping to her every wish. I despise him for that.
He has always put her before us and himself. I recently found out that he went on Valium after I was born so as to deal with HER behaviour, depression and bullying. He never allows us to say a word against her and attacks us if we do.
I just don't know if I can do this anymore. I am 37 ffs and feel like an angry teenager. Maybe I need to cut her out of my life for good. But I'm getting divorced and feel so alone. Maybe better alone than with her tbh.