I've been reading some diaries on the forum, and I am just so mad that other people have the power to destroy lives. I think we should not give anyone the ability to inflict us with ptsd. It is infuriating to think that someone put you in this position and while it affects you, it has no effect on them. Just plain unfair.
I think this is different for people who didn't have years long relationships with their abusers, but I don't feel this way. I KNOW my parents are miserable broken people. Thats why they needed to use their children as targets for their rage, for comfort, and why my mother needed to use me and mostly my brother to make herself feel pretty and sexually attractive, its because they are broken empty joyless people with no hope for real happiness at any point in their miserable little lives that are constantly seeking something to just make them 'feel better'. My mother especially, she has narcissistic personality disorder, I am sure of it. Everything she does revolves around some form of flattery either given or received. Sounds unattractive, but think about it this way, she is a pathologically lonely person that is incapable of feeling love for or from anything or anyone, including herself. That is a formula for lifelong misery.
Its easy to feel like they have so much power over me, because they still do, its easy to get wrapped up in that, but the truth is, with all my pain and anguish, I am still happier than they will ever be.
This is quite off topic, but this is actually what shook my faith in God. I don't mean to disrespect anyone elses beliefs, but saying this does illustrate my point. I was willing to accept that God gave me parents like that as a challenge and to mold me into the person I would become, but I just couldn't wrap my head around believing in, and liking, a God that would create THEM. What I mean is, they are mentally ill, and I am positive they were just born that way. What kind of God would create such miserable creatures, destined for lives of pain, guilt, emptiness, and sorrow? I have absolutely no doubt that deep down they hate themselves and feel huge gaping holes where their love should be. As bad as I have it, I do not envy them in the least.