It's all my fault
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So I'm 51 and grew up in a severely abusive alcholic home with daily terror. My dad was the monster. He is dead. My mom never protected us, even now and will never take responsibility in her part. She stood by and watched beatings, brought my brother to the ER with his broken arm and justified his behavior constantly. She lives in the land of La La where fairy dust and smiles take away reality. She knows I have been very mentally I'll over the last few years, even so far as needing ECT to pull me out of suicidally. She calls all the time, asks me how I am, if I actually tell her how I feel, I feel guilty for upsetting her! So, I just say good, she tells me oh great your fixed then and I reply yes! Then, I end up back in crisis again! Rinse and repeat. It's pathetic. I feel guilty for upsetting her about having a mental illness that she had a large part in causing! She is up and about, driving and a social butterfly in florida but she is 83. So, my question is should I actually sit her down and confront her (which my siblings will be mad about as she would probably work herself up into another heart attack) or just stuff it back down with the rest of the garbage I've swallowed my 51 years of life. Oh ya, I'm nauseous from swallowing this trash.