I'm going to the doctors tomorrow, in the hope i will be referred for counseling. I'm not sure as to whether this is a step in the right direction, but there is a lot of things playing on my mind. That i need to talk about, to be able to understand.
One huge thing for me is accepting that what she has done to me and my siblings was unacceptable. To me, its normal, it was normal... all though i knew it was wrong. it wasn't so bad....? to someone hearing my story, it's awful. but surely she meant well....
i doubt myself, but when i think about the facts, there is far too much to ignore.... i wish it was all one big lie... that my mother always loved me, and that she was always proud of me... but time and time again these facts.... these examples... these events that are ruined... and blamed on someone else... the lies, the backstabbing, the swiping. it's just so destructive. And i have to get off the merry go round, and step back to see my siblings still gleefully sitting on the ride, worshiping her. they remind me of the 'flying monkies' from the wizard of oz, 'fly my pretties... and dont forget her ruby slippers, i want them most of all...!'
It's taken me years to snap out of it... destroying every relationship i had... to put me first... and then i wonder... was it so bad?
One huge thing for me is accepting that what she has done to me and my siblings was unacceptable. To me, its normal, it was normal... all though i knew it was wrong. it wasn't so bad....? to someone hearing my story, it's awful. but surely she meant well....
i doubt myself, but when i think about the facts, there is far too much to ignore.... i wish it was all one big lie... that my mother always loved me, and that she was always proud of me... but time and time again these facts.... these examples... these events that are ruined... and blamed on someone else... the lies, the backstabbing, the swiping. it's just so destructive. And i have to get off the merry go round, and step back to see my siblings still gleefully sitting on the ride, worshiping her. they remind me of the 'flying monkies' from the wizard of oz, 'fly my pretties... and dont forget her ruby slippers, i want them most of all...!'
It's taken me years to snap out of it... destroying every relationship i had... to put me first... and then i wonder... was it so bad?