I spent about an hour today trying to write an email to my m*ther. It was strange, the emotions I went through.
At first I wanted to tell her again what she did wrong and why I was making my cut final, but it felt like dipping her face into her own shit, like she was a dog who wouldn't understand anyways.
Then there was this moment when I thought "I don't want to make this final. I want to talk to her, right now." But then I thought about how that conversation would go and the feeling faded. I really have nothing to tell her, and if she were to try and get emotional or even bond with me, I'd start to scream every last cursword I know at her and then destroy the phone, with extreme prejudice.
Then I thought "Why even bother? It won't change anything." - that's what my husband said about this idea, too. It won't change anything for my m*ther and it won't change anything for me. He also said that making the cut final would be an inflexible thing, and that inflexibility would keep me from moving on. I retorted that in order to move on you have to end the bad chapters of your life, end the bad relationships, draw a line under the shit that you know is doing you no good. He just made the face that he always makes when I'm right but he doesn't want me to be.
I had another moment where I felt like I actually wanted my m*ther to cling to me, because I'm just so used to her doing that and I wouldn't know what to replace it with. But as Steve Novella so eloquently said "It's like asking: If you cure cancer, what do you replace it with?" Also, I really just want my p*rents both to forget that they ever had me.
Right now I still feel like I'm trying to break a habit. When I first cut contact, I felt so happy and relieved (and I enjoy every official 'p*rents call you'-occasion very much for the fact that my p*rents don't; it's a perpetual gift from myself to myself :D). I guess that last bit of attachment that I didn't even realise I had, served some function that I'm not conscious of. But I'll find out what it is and use something more healthy to meet that need.
I'm suspecting, maybe even though I felt harrassed and intruded upon, it gave me a certain power also. The power to keep my m*ther at arm's length, watching her squirm. It's painful to not be able to move on. Maybe I wanted to inflict that pain on her. But if that were it, wouldn't I have indulged in telling her once more how she hurt me? I guess though that would have been easier to interpret as me being an asshole, and keeping a moral high ground is kinda important to me.
I'll still have to deal with repercussions for making things final, though, I guess. My m*ther won't keep it secret and the people who humoured me because they thought I'm just going through some phase will not like it that I don't plan on ever playing 'happy f*mily' with them ever again.
I'm awake now at 3am racked with shame and feeling like scum for not, even though she treated me like I don't exist after our last interaction that didn't go her way.
I'm pretty sure that you thinking of her doesn't really mean anything to her, emotionally. All she wants is for you to play your role so that she can shine in hers.
Oh, right, what did I write to my m*ther? Only this:
"Subject: Contact cutoff - addendum
I'm never coming back. Stop waiting for me.
Any replies to this message will not be read but deleted."