My mother just left. She stayed in my home for a week. My worst enemy with the exception of my father, who I've divorced completely. I let her stay in my home, polluting all my things, filling my beautiful space with her poison, crowding my once-serene home, for one reason. When I was 22, she had another child, and so now I have a little brother. I lost too much family already. I won't lose him. I'll do anything for him, and he needs the safe space of my home as much as possible until he's old enough to leave hers forever.
But that doesn't mean I like being submissive. Holding my tongue all day, every day, biting back the true words I should be saying to her. Pretending indifference, the best act I can manage, when what I feel is deep disgust and hate.
I couldn't manage her visit very well, but I did manage it. I gave up a lot of little battles, suffered a lot of indignities while she was here to win time with my brother. She is abusive, controlling, passive aggressive, unpredictable, rude, paranoid, thoughtless, crude and poisonous. She betrayed me deeply in my youth, and was not a good mother. But, I did my part to help my brother, to help him hold out hope for better days, for adulthood. I managed to get several hours alone with him, an amazing victory as she trusts no one, not even me. And my little brother needed me, and I was there for him. It was all I could do.
I'm so upset. I'm TIRED of not being able to make things right. I'm TIRED of giving up family, of having nothing to hold on to from my past. I won't give up my brother.
I'm glad I can at least say it all here. I feel sick from her visit, need to purge it. Just writing this, I'm bursting with tears. I did what was right for me, but... it's hard to do the right thing, drink the poison, even for my brother, of course, I'll do it again and again until he's old enough.
Why is life full of these ugly trade offs. Sometimes, I feel everything I get has such high costs, I don't know why it has to be so. I may sound petulant, but I don't care. Some days, the world seems little unfair, and I don't have the perspective to be okay with that.
I survived a whole week with her. I feel... like I haven't been breathing the entire time, and my lungs are finally opening back up. It was terrible. Very scary, very challenging, just AWFUL.
And I can't even justify confiding in my therapist anymore: I've spent so much on therapy lately, I'll have to be more practical before I let myself get swallowed up in the bills. Sometimes, I just hate life. Later will probably be better, but I'm worn out now.
But that doesn't mean I like being submissive. Holding my tongue all day, every day, biting back the true words I should be saying to her. Pretending indifference, the best act I can manage, when what I feel is deep disgust and hate.
I couldn't manage her visit very well, but I did manage it. I gave up a lot of little battles, suffered a lot of indignities while she was here to win time with my brother. She is abusive, controlling, passive aggressive, unpredictable, rude, paranoid, thoughtless, crude and poisonous. She betrayed me deeply in my youth, and was not a good mother. But, I did my part to help my brother, to help him hold out hope for better days, for adulthood. I managed to get several hours alone with him, an amazing victory as she trusts no one, not even me. And my little brother needed me, and I was there for him. It was all I could do.
I'm so upset. I'm TIRED of not being able to make things right. I'm TIRED of giving up family, of having nothing to hold on to from my past. I won't give up my brother.
I'm glad I can at least say it all here. I feel sick from her visit, need to purge it. Just writing this, I'm bursting with tears. I did what was right for me, but... it's hard to do the right thing, drink the poison, even for my brother, of course, I'll do it again and again until he's old enough.
Why is life full of these ugly trade offs. Sometimes, I feel everything I get has such high costs, I don't know why it has to be so. I may sound petulant, but I don't care. Some days, the world seems little unfair, and I don't have the perspective to be okay with that.
I survived a whole week with her. I feel... like I haven't been breathing the entire time, and my lungs are finally opening back up. It was terrible. Very scary, very challenging, just AWFUL.
And I can't even justify confiding in my therapist anymore: I've spent so much on therapy lately, I'll have to be more practical before I let myself get swallowed up in the bills. Sometimes, I just hate life. Later will probably be better, but I'm worn out now.