Long story shot parents divorced when i was 5 ... bad divorce, just that was traumatic.
After that mother made me her emotional support = parentified me and more . Our relationship felt like we were some couple , now that i look retrospectively. We spend a lot of time together, going on walks , talking, cuddling too much , sleeping i same bed together until i was around 10-11, bathing(she bathed me until i was i guss 8/9 BUT she always came at the end to scrub me "proper" and clean my back . Its so weird like i was unable to clean myself properly... she would come and scrub and there would be some dead skin she showed me that ;like see i have to come; ofc you can do that almost indefinitely until you injure yourself there will be always some skin ... soo that tipe of bathing continued until i was around 12 but she never had problem just to enter bathroom if she needed even after. Generally she had no boundaries my privacy was optional she would just enter my room no knockings' or anything... In summer she would sometimes sleep fully nude i saw everything multiple times. One of our "activities" was plucking her legs hairs with tweezers, she showed me how to do it and from then on every day or every other day she would lie on couch and i would be plucking her hairs . Crazy crazy i know . When we cuddled in bed at night she would spoon me sometimes and i felt those same hairs prickle me on my thigh or butt. There lot of intense moments like that with her. Sometimes she asked back massage ,there was a time she would lay on stomach remove shirt and unbutton her bra.... We were so enmeshed and codependent its unbelievable even to me that went through it . , i knew her body too well, but as i say we were like a couple. Next when she would bathe she would call me to scrub her back ... I can go on and on a million situations but this paints the picture of our physical closeness over every border for son and mother relationship...
She would sometimes really on occasion, complain about her friends to me how they are like this and like that... she avoided real "adult" talking more or less but i think she regulated herself by our closeness and how good i was to her . I would bring her flowers for occasions or sometimes randomly to make her happy. There were definitely romantic undertones so my conclusion was she was happy when with me,
but she also had mood swings and anger issues that she would expel from time to time or when things were not as she wanted them to be. She could get really angry, aggressive, and she would not hesitate to hit if she wanted . I was kinda like an extension of her because I was just a kid she knew she could do with me as she wanted and she would even use manipulation sometimes to get her way like crying to make me feel bad ...
I'm just coming to terms with all of this a lot was kind of repressed and its heavy on me extremely , my life feels like is falling apart at the moment.
This is just a part that i wrote quickly i had to share with someone i cant keep it inside any longer
After that mother made me her emotional support = parentified me and more . Our relationship felt like we were some couple , now that i look retrospectively. We spend a lot of time together, going on walks , talking, cuddling too much , sleeping i same bed together until i was around 10-11, bathing(she bathed me until i was i guss 8/9 BUT she always came at the end to scrub me "proper" and clean my back . Its so weird like i was unable to clean myself properly... she would come and scrub and there would be some dead skin she showed me that ;like see i have to come; ofc you can do that almost indefinitely until you injure yourself there will be always some skin ... soo that tipe of bathing continued until i was around 12 but she never had problem just to enter bathroom if she needed even after. Generally she had no boundaries my privacy was optional she would just enter my room no knockings' or anything... In summer she would sometimes sleep fully nude i saw everything multiple times. One of our "activities" was plucking her legs hairs with tweezers, she showed me how to do it and from then on every day or every other day she would lie on couch and i would be plucking her hairs . Crazy crazy i know . When we cuddled in bed at night she would spoon me sometimes and i felt those same hairs prickle me on my thigh or butt. There lot of intense moments like that with her. Sometimes she asked back massage ,there was a time she would lay on stomach remove shirt and unbutton her bra.... We were so enmeshed and codependent its unbelievable even to me that went through it . , i knew her body too well, but as i say we were like a couple. Next when she would bathe she would call me to scrub her back ... I can go on and on a million situations but this paints the picture of our physical closeness over every border for son and mother relationship...
She would sometimes really on occasion, complain about her friends to me how they are like this and like that... she avoided real "adult" talking more or less but i think she regulated herself by our closeness and how good i was to her . I would bring her flowers for occasions or sometimes randomly to make her happy. There were definitely romantic undertones so my conclusion was she was happy when with me,
but she also had mood swings and anger issues that she would expel from time to time or when things were not as she wanted them to be. She could get really angry, aggressive, and she would not hesitate to hit if she wanted . I was kinda like an extension of her because I was just a kid she knew she could do with me as she wanted and she would even use manipulation sometimes to get her way like crying to make me feel bad ...
I'm just coming to terms with all of this a lot was kind of repressed and its heavy on me extremely , my life feels like is falling apart at the moment.
This is just a part that i wrote quickly i had to share with someone i cant keep it inside any longer