So this is marginally better at times, I am making small progresses with it.
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I hear and feel your pain with your family situation. Thanks for posting this. I played The Parting Glass- on my recorder, a Celtic parting Song Which helps me stay as positive about separating myself from my family. I can’t move forward if I don’t but it hurts so much. I have changed- I don’t want to be like them- I’m not like them- but I have the skills to be if I wanted to “ fit in”. I don’t- it’s a hurtful way of life. They know only drama, entitlement, pain, manipulation and hurt. I am the black sheep-because I won’t fit in. I don’t drink, don’t do drugs, and don’t cross serious boundaries or expect to get something for nothing, which is their norm-and I’m angry with being made to be a family outcast. Anger in their world means crazy.
So to try to make me conform, they tell me I don’t get along and tell me I’m crazy. The X and step daughter say if I want to see my Grandson, I have to do it in the presence of my Abusive X husband. My brother takes notes to intimidate me when I visit my father. So I don’t. I don’t conform to their craziness. I don’t pretend anymore. And I dont see any of them except my father for less than 30 min every 3 months or so. He’s old and failing, just hoping to die.I’m an alien- that’s how I feel. I’m no longer a member of the crazy clan. I don’t belong there.
To function, I mentally put each one and their drama behind a door- that helps- they are on the outside-I control the doors and I’m on the inside.I have no immediate family to turn to that is positive or well and it’s so lonely. But I feel better with almost no contact- less drama- and life is more predictable and I can move forward. When my father is gone- there will be no contact.
I sang the Parting Glass across country as Celtic Woman sang- a beautifully and powerful arrangement.I cried driving across country but I felt better the farther away I drove.-I called my father on Father’s Day - he sounded sad- and tipsy. He’s so old and frail and lonely. So confused and I can’t help him. My brother said I should only call him about 9pm- (after he has been drinking). Bro is scared and a survivalist- everyones out to get him- paranoid, and insecure- and also a narcissist.
My daughters traumatized by our family situation and is angry with me- I changed the rules- no more entitlement- no more freebies- I don’t have money to support her.
She has joined their craziness as there was a “spot to fill” (mine after I left) My soon to be X husbands narcissistic world is a positive place as he takes her in his fold- to abuse. Their job is to pronounce me as crazy, diagnosed me with quite a variety of mental health disorders to make their way of life the normal one- all-to get me to conform- if I get help and medicated to conform, they will welcome me back- all of this in an effort to make them feel normal-I don’t want what they have- been there, done that, and it was anything but mentally healthy. But like in a favored poem I know, I took The Road Less Traveled, Robert Frosts poem, and it talks about choices...and in the end as the narrator considered the path he chose to take, he knew he’d made the right choice as the narrator says”I doubted If I would ever go back”- and like that poem- I don’t want to go back!
Closing the doors to family is so very hard. Going no/ low contact to get to a better place- so sad and lonely. Not belonging to the group I’ve always belonged to and pretended to fit in when I never did-is so hard-but it’s better than being like them- crazy!