I am desperate for help and do not know where to turn. I stumbled across this site looking for help with emotionally abusive mothers because I have just reached a point to where I can take no more. I am usually able to get my points/questions across quite well, but fear that in the state I'm in at the moment it all may be incomprehensible. I am sorry if that is the case.
In the past few days, I have had to see my mother for less than 5 minutes, send one e-mail and got one in return. I am worn out mentally, emotionally and physically and feel like an empty shell. From reading one e-mail from her, I am paralyzed in fear and can't seem to move in one direction or another. There is no comfort in sleep because she is there in nightmares, too. My purse is filled with drugs for pain, depression, and anxiety, but there's no relief in them either. There's no way to avoid her in my mind. Wherever I go she seems to be there like a dark cloud (a lot worse but no words to describe acurately) that persists. The words echo continually like a dripping faucet. I want to claw her out of my insides, but I can't.
I am 43 years old. My mother had five children and only three were left who would speak to her. The other two would call her only at my urging them to do so because I felt that it was the right thing to do. When they would call her, it was -- every time -- turned in to doing something for her or either downing them to such a point that they said, "Never again," again.
When we were children we all took the abuse and was made to think it was normal and how grateful we should have been for such a wonderfully abusive home. Everything about it was abusive. There was even the sexually abusive step-father to chuck in on top of everything else. Who, now I'm told by my dear mother, did NOT sexually molest her daughters. Um. YES, he did, and she darned well knew about it because one time I remember it happening when me and my sister were made to lie in the bed with her and my step-father while watching, of all things, the movie "Sybil," while he took turns putting his hands on me and then my sister, and then back to the other one, all the while my mother right beside us in the same bed.
My two sisters fled years ago and one hasn't been heard from for years and is probably dead. But, all my mother can say to that is, "Oh, she was such a bad person." That is, when she's not saying it about me or one of the other children she decided to bring into this world.
I am keeping myself away from my own daughter at the moment because I don't feel like I'm fit enough to be around her. She is in the dining room playing on the computer and all I can do is walk in and hug her and ask a few things about what she's doing, and then walk out again before this inner rage of mine begins to show. She is grown and knows a lot about what's been going on - as she was central to the latest round - but, I can't just keep avoiding her in fear that words will fall out of my mouth about my mother that she (my daughter) doesn't need to hear.
Really, I thought I was over all of this a couple of days ago. No, but REALLY, I thought years ago I was over it. NO. After all the years of struggle I find that just a minute around the woman drives me miles into a black hole where I can't see daylight and cannot grab hold of anything to climb out. What is there to grab hold of???
For the first time in my life I am angry about the things happened and about my mother's hateful, spiteful, evil, mean, cruel comments and her famously callous cold shoulder. I want to vomit. I want to pour all of this out and shout at her: "CAN'T YOU SEE WHAT YOU'RE DOING?!? CAN YOU NOT AT THE VERY LEAST PRETEND FOR A TENTH OF A SECOND THAT YOU MIGHT LIKE AN ITSY BITSY FRACTION OF A HAIR OF SOMETHING ABOUT ME??? CAN YOU NOT JUST FAKE IT ONCE IN YOUR LIFE BEFORE ONE OF US DIES??? HOW DID YOU GET TO BE A MOTHER AND JUST WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!!!"
I want to actually hate her for a minute just to see what it feels like but I'm afraid it may feel too good and I will stay there.
I need to allow the good relationships in my life to overcome all the bad with her, but it seems like she colors every aspect of every breath I take. I feel like I am holding my breath underwater and fear coming up for air.
Too bad, really, because I know that in a week or a month when she needs something really badly she'll call and give me a hint of a whiff of a mother and I will go running to her so that I can get stomped in the ground again and told how bad I really am and how she's so ashamed of her kids and especially me, and how I especially am just so mean to her. Hell, I'm ashamed of me, too, because I keep going back for more of the same.
How can I possibly be any good for my daughter who has now been affected by her when I can't even get myself calmed down? I want to cry or scream or something, but nothing will come out of me, and it's been days since I read her words. I am ashamed of myself as a mother because I really was stupid enough to think that my mother had changed and would never cross the line with my daughter who, even though she is grown, is the most precious, sweetest, most loving and kind child a person could pray to have, is still a child to me - MY child.
There's no way I can find any good in myself at the moment. All the words from her keep flooding over me every time I try to raise my head up and set to a task. I can't shake her loose from me.
Will it ever be that I am free from her completely? Even when I've cut all communication with her, I have lived with her constantly berating me and telling me how bad I was because I was living on the streets when I was 14 -- because she threw me out of the house??? I was bad because of the horrible things that happened to me and what people will do to a young girl who is tossed to the wolves? I CAUSED IT, MOM???
And I was sick enough to still love her.
Yes. After venting all of this rage, that's what it still boils down to: I am sick enough to want even the worst of her over nothing at all.
Is there a cure for that?
In the past few days, I have had to see my mother for less than 5 minutes, send one e-mail and got one in return. I am worn out mentally, emotionally and physically and feel like an empty shell. From reading one e-mail from her, I am paralyzed in fear and can't seem to move in one direction or another. There is no comfort in sleep because she is there in nightmares, too. My purse is filled with drugs for pain, depression, and anxiety, but there's no relief in them either. There's no way to avoid her in my mind. Wherever I go she seems to be there like a dark cloud (a lot worse but no words to describe acurately) that persists. The words echo continually like a dripping faucet. I want to claw her out of my insides, but I can't.
I am 43 years old. My mother had five children and only three were left who would speak to her. The other two would call her only at my urging them to do so because I felt that it was the right thing to do. When they would call her, it was -- every time -- turned in to doing something for her or either downing them to such a point that they said, "Never again," again.
When we were children we all took the abuse and was made to think it was normal and how grateful we should have been for such a wonderfully abusive home. Everything about it was abusive. There was even the sexually abusive step-father to chuck in on top of everything else. Who, now I'm told by my dear mother, did NOT sexually molest her daughters. Um. YES, he did, and she darned well knew about it because one time I remember it happening when me and my sister were made to lie in the bed with her and my step-father while watching, of all things, the movie "Sybil," while he took turns putting his hands on me and then my sister, and then back to the other one, all the while my mother right beside us in the same bed.
My two sisters fled years ago and one hasn't been heard from for years and is probably dead. But, all my mother can say to that is, "Oh, she was such a bad person." That is, when she's not saying it about me or one of the other children she decided to bring into this world.
I am keeping myself away from my own daughter at the moment because I don't feel like I'm fit enough to be around her. She is in the dining room playing on the computer and all I can do is walk in and hug her and ask a few things about what she's doing, and then walk out again before this inner rage of mine begins to show. She is grown and knows a lot about what's been going on - as she was central to the latest round - but, I can't just keep avoiding her in fear that words will fall out of my mouth about my mother that she (my daughter) doesn't need to hear.
Really, I thought I was over all of this a couple of days ago. No, but REALLY, I thought years ago I was over it. NO. After all the years of struggle I find that just a minute around the woman drives me miles into a black hole where I can't see daylight and cannot grab hold of anything to climb out. What is there to grab hold of???
For the first time in my life I am angry about the things happened and about my mother's hateful, spiteful, evil, mean, cruel comments and her famously callous cold shoulder. I want to vomit. I want to pour all of this out and shout at her: "CAN'T YOU SEE WHAT YOU'RE DOING?!? CAN YOU NOT AT THE VERY LEAST PRETEND FOR A TENTH OF A SECOND THAT YOU MIGHT LIKE AN ITSY BITSY FRACTION OF A HAIR OF SOMETHING ABOUT ME??? CAN YOU NOT JUST FAKE IT ONCE IN YOUR LIFE BEFORE ONE OF US DIES??? HOW DID YOU GET TO BE A MOTHER AND JUST WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!!!"
I want to actually hate her for a minute just to see what it feels like but I'm afraid it may feel too good and I will stay there.
I need to allow the good relationships in my life to overcome all the bad with her, but it seems like she colors every aspect of every breath I take. I feel like I am holding my breath underwater and fear coming up for air.
Too bad, really, because I know that in a week or a month when she needs something really badly she'll call and give me a hint of a whiff of a mother and I will go running to her so that I can get stomped in the ground again and told how bad I really am and how she's so ashamed of her kids and especially me, and how I especially am just so mean to her. Hell, I'm ashamed of me, too, because I keep going back for more of the same.
How can I possibly be any good for my daughter who has now been affected by her when I can't even get myself calmed down? I want to cry or scream or something, but nothing will come out of me, and it's been days since I read her words. I am ashamed of myself as a mother because I really was stupid enough to think that my mother had changed and would never cross the line with my daughter who, even though she is grown, is the most precious, sweetest, most loving and kind child a person could pray to have, is still a child to me - MY child.
There's no way I can find any good in myself at the moment. All the words from her keep flooding over me every time I try to raise my head up and set to a task. I can't shake her loose from me.
Will it ever be that I am free from her completely? Even when I've cut all communication with her, I have lived with her constantly berating me and telling me how bad I was because I was living on the streets when I was 14 -- because she threw me out of the house??? I was bad because of the horrible things that happened to me and what people will do to a young girl who is tossed to the wolves? I CAUSED IT, MOM???
And I was sick enough to still love her.
Yes. After venting all of this rage, that's what it still boils down to: I am sick enough to want even the worst of her over nothing at all.
Is there a cure for that?