So I'm feeling like an actual and complete piece of shit. A figurative walking pit of garbage.
I can't even respond to my mother texting me that my grandmother has just died.
What kind of a person does that? That's pathetic.
Talking to my mother feels life-threateningly dangerous.
I think, today, that I am a horrible person.
I'm not horrible to people that aren't horrible to me. I never am, I get mortified if I hurt other's feelings, and I try very hard not to dump stuff or treat people shabbily, if I get triggered or am in a shitty mood or hurting, if I do, I own It, I apologize and I am mortified at myself, but I don't like being manipulated or lied to. That's my boundary, treat me respectfully and everything's cool. I am sensitive, I like to do things that bring a little more love and kindness and beauty and pleasure into the world, but I'm tired of being bullied, taken advantage of, being talked down to and treated with contempt, being shamed and undermined.
I don't even think I'm horrible to people that are horrible to me, not really, I'd rather avoid them than have a confrontation, because I've learned to avoid unreasonable people. Two people, especially, taught me that, with some people, you will always lose, be stepped on and treated as if you are nothing. You are only as good as you can make them look and
people can be so unkind, so callous and cruel, so dishonest and just destructive. I detest being unkind, or being accused of being horrible just for asking others to be accountable and respectful and responsible in any manner. My mum taught me that is a dangerous thing to dare to want or ask for, though. So, seeing as she won't treat me or mine kindly or honestly or respectfully, I just can't deal.
I don't like dodgy, hateful and spiteful people who have no respect. I trust that so very little.
I've really, really overdosed on that kind of treatment. Now I'm allergic. Triggery, very painful.... So that makes me a terrible daughter to my mother. I don't trust her, it hurts me to have anything to do with her. I managed for 44 years to do my best to be in relationship with her.That's was after I tried to get far, far away from her, thousands of kilometres North and over the ocean, when I was 16, but she moved up here, followed me up when I was 21. I loved my stepfather but he's dead now.
She's just someone I can't handle being around and it makes me feel very, very bad and guilty and wrong.
I didn't get therapy this week. My trauma T was sick and my sexual assault T is still away.
My relationship with my mum is one of my big top-of-the-list issues to take into therapy.
I think it is me that is in the wrong. I'm just a sick, crazy, horrible daughter. Shame shame shame on me.
Not sure how to deal with this. It feels bad.
I'm sorry Ma, I'm a bad daughter. Please don't hurt me anymore. Just leave me in peace. I've had enough.