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littleoc
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It’s actually parts of why I have reservations about moving out. I’m embarrassed to admit this, but my mom feels so guilty about the past that she goes out of her way to help all four of her kids. She rented a car for my twin brother after his accident despite not being able to afford it. She buys me food and doesn’t expect me to pay for it. She’s tricked waitresses into using her card instead of mine in restaurants (in funny ways). She lets me live with her and never really expects anything except for the basics (as in that I try not be be loud at 3am — although she would if it was my little brother, who used to play loud brass instruments outside her living room at night when she used to sleep on the couch because she wanted her children to have bedrooms)
I agree, it’s sad as crap
My mom did her best, and I really, REALLY wish she had gotten therapy after she got out, because she did neglect us after my dad was out. She couldn’t handle shit. We had no rules after he was gone. It was a free-for-all and it did not end well — my little brother wouldn’t have nearly died if she’d listened to me and believed a teenager could be right about such things
But I doubt anyone could be faultless after such a power vacuum happened, so it is what it is
It was very hard. It’s been weird to be angry about it but I’m glad I have a space for it. I do wish I could forget, but my brain is convinced that every memory is very very important — even me eating a ham, cheese, and mayonnaise sandwich with BBQ chips at the age of 2 1/2 :P
I agree, it’s sad as crap
My mom did her best, and I really, REALLY wish she had gotten therapy after she got out, because she did neglect us after my dad was out. She couldn’t handle shit. We had no rules after he was gone. It was a free-for-all and it did not end well — my little brother wouldn’t have nearly died if she’d listened to me and believed a teenager could be right about such things
But I doubt anyone could be faultless after such a power vacuum happened, so it is what it is
It was very hard. It’s been weird to be angry about it but I’m glad I have a space for it. I do wish I could forget, but my brain is convinced that every memory is very very important — even me eating a ham, cheese, and mayonnaise sandwich with BBQ chips at the age of 2 1/2 :P