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Today after we got home from church she said that she and I ought to go down to Florida. She'd love to just sit on the balcony and watch the waves rolling in. Hmm... you want me to drive 6-8 hours to the beach -- no wait, longer, since we'd have to stop every few minutes for 20-min bathroom trips -- so you can watch waves roll in. I didn't say that, but I told her she would have to get my brother to take her. It was the last thing in the world I wanted to do.
I can't even talk her into going into the front yard. The beach trip sounded like a lot of work for me for no good reason. The trip would be awful. I can't give anymore. She'll have to ask one of my brothers -- something she won't do.
I've had a lifetime of my mother's chronic lying, manipulation, gaslighting, passive aggressive, mind games and throwing me under the bus. And literally breathing down my neck. (I had somewhat of a break since I got married and we lived over an hour from her. But now, she's moved near us. Big mistake.) Her favorites lines are: I never said that/that never happened. But I'm the only one she expects to help her. (I have three siblings)
When I was growing up, she was verbally and physically abusive. (which she denied) The beating she gave me when I was 13 was so bad I had a nervous breakdown and I ended up with severe depression, panic disorder, agoraphobia, IBS. I've been struggling with these things throughout my life. Now that I'm expected to help her, spend a lot of time with her and she's moved near me, and the bad treatment I've been getting from my siblings, those problems have kicked in again.
Telling my mother no, stop, and leave me alone didn't work when I was growing up, and it doesn't work now. She won't take no for an answer. Tunes me out. She'll hound me about the same damn thing for weeks. I think I have PTSD from her phone calls and messages. Funny, when I told her that what she was expecting of me was too much, she bit my head off: "Well, you could've said no!" (thereby throwing it back on me, it's my problem) But I have said no to her, many times.
I'll stop here. There's so much more.
I've been reading through the old posts -- hugs to all of you.
Serious abuse happens to children, even in public. It breaks my heart to see this happen, but I am sure it was not you, because children should not be treated this way. So sorry this happened to you.
You may need to be held and hugged way into your own old age to get over it.
Sending hugs, so many hugs. Cyber hugs.
I had tried for years to figure out what beyond the general dysfunction of my family was making my life difficult and was thankful for the day (after decades of seeking the answer) when I realized the my mother and my sister were both self-centered, toxic, people who put on a great "sweet act" that quickly fell apart when you looked beneath the surface.
These answers are all so understanding of ourselves and though we all wonder whether we have that special quality........I truly believe that we have it.
ICan we, bruised, battered ripped torn and suffering...damaged in some cases. Are WE good mothers.
And yes we can. I truly truly believe that as long as we do it, one day and accept that we are not perfect , thats all that matters..........
I so loved reading these messages....DDDuck, you aren't babbling keep on writing.I love how you think. Remember what Kimmee writes:
"The fact that you've identified the problem liberates you."
So clever. I believe that too.
So yes, we end up tainted. Very much so. But we learn the importance of unconditional love and respect. The true meaning of love.
I loved my son as best I knew. I always treated him with respect and made myself reachable to him. I was not the perfect mother as I had these issues before he was born and I did not figure it out untill my forties. Or see or accept it for what it was. I still can't fanthom what goes on in their heads with me. Its like a jealous evil demon is in them. I wasted a lot of love and trust and hope and energy and life on them. Had I known better I would have put it all in my own home for myself and myson.
So many good intentions get turned into something monstrous and ugly. It still does. Even my mother in her old age cannot help herself. Its demonic in nature. I still get amazed. Regularly. So thank goodness I happened on this site and got insight and understanding.
I am still needy. I get very bitter when I look at my life and when I see my mother in her mode posturing and manipulating I want to cry for the little girl who was me. What ever mechanism I used to cope then is falling apart for me. Part was religion but I cant turn the other cheek anymore and I think its so unfair that people can just carry on with this bad thinking. Taking the ball and running just running with it because they think they have something or need to have something against you.
But one good thing is that I was bless with a beautiful son. Yes I raised him looking like I was alright. And of course he was around people who didt care about me. And he had a lot of pain because in trying to hurt me they tried to turn him against me. so those natural fights were made into again some monstrous ugly thing. I stood my ground. Not knowing then what was happening. But my son loved me because that's what he got from me. He turned out to be continuous blessing to me in the mist of all my storms and pain. He is a good father and good husband. Guess what though, I see him in same role i saw my father. He does every thing. Its like he holds the family down they have everything and he comes home and cook and clean.. I wont voice the other and I think that has gotten a little better. Or it seems so.But I just wonder if good people in heart attract narccistic people. Oh of course. Is it a curse? Am I babbling!!
The fact that you've identified the problem liberates you.
We can't help but be similar, in ways, to those who raised us. But, we don't have to cave to those unhealthy behaviors and we can recognize and apologize when/if we do.
I'm hoping that because of my narcissistic mom I'm actually a much more empathetic person than most. Here I am, second guessing myself and feeling that reality is nothing but a gray murky mush because of the way I was raised but I feel this whole awful experience has humbled me in a way that some may never experience.
I don't know if I'll be a good mom but if I ever get that chance I'm going to try my hardest to just listen and not pass too much judgment.
There is no absolute truth. We are all groping in the dark for a sense for warmth and acceptance. If I can make my (someday) children feel accepted for who they are, provide a consistent loving environment, spur they're imagination, encourage them when they're in doubt and keep them fed, I think that's the best I or anyone else can do.