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Tam4511
I lost my mom almost four years ago. She was only 51. I was 30. We had a rocky relationship, but we were working on it. She started coming back to church and I felt like maybe things would get better between us. She abused prescription and over the counter drugs and I had to distance myself from her for my sake and for the sake of my three children.
I found her in her apartment. The coroner said she had already been gone a week. I will leave it at that. Too horrific to describe seeing your mother a week after she passed away. I screamed and screamed. She died of heart disease.
For the next several months, if I would see a blanket thrown in a pile on our couch, I would panic and go back to that day when I found her. I would see an object in the yard or in someone else’s yard and I’d be afraid it was a dead body. I just couldn’t shake it.
Those feelings have subsided, but I am still having a hard time when my kids get physically hurt. My son broke his arm and I went into panic mode. My daughter hit her head and there was quite a bit of blood and all I could do was jump up and down and scream. She was only five at that time. Now she panics every time she hits her head because she is afraid it will bleed. I feel like I have ruined her and I hate that I have become useless to my children. I tried talking to someone after my mom passed, but I have trust issues and she was a stranger and it just felt weird talking to her face to face about it.
Has anyone seen something so terrible that it’s affecting your relationship with your kids? I could really use some advice. Thank you to anyone who took the time to read this.
I found her in her apartment. The coroner said she had already been gone a week. I will leave it at that. Too horrific to describe seeing your mother a week after she passed away. I screamed and screamed. She died of heart disease.
For the next several months, if I would see a blanket thrown in a pile on our couch, I would panic and go back to that day when I found her. I would see an object in the yard or in someone else’s yard and I’d be afraid it was a dead body. I just couldn’t shake it.
Those feelings have subsided, but I am still having a hard time when my kids get physically hurt. My son broke his arm and I went into panic mode. My daughter hit her head and there was quite a bit of blood and all I could do was jump up and down and scream. She was only five at that time. Now she panics every time she hits her head because she is afraid it will bleed. I feel like I have ruined her and I hate that I have become useless to my children. I tried talking to someone after my mom passed, but I have trust issues and she was a stranger and it just felt weird talking to her face to face about it.
Has anyone seen something so terrible that it’s affecting your relationship with your kids? I could really use some advice. Thank you to anyone who took the time to read this.