I have realized that mom is really damaged from her life. Now starts the process of making sense of this information. Sure, it should be easy to learn something new and just say, "OK, I'm better now." Move on, like so many people post about on Facebook. You know those annoying pics of people you don't know with little clever sayings. Sayings that sound like a great idea, but as ridiculous as it would be to suggest that I go outside and lay an egg.
This new information about mom now has to be analyzed, made sense of, and I have to change inside...a lot. Mom will not change, so I have to be the one to make the changes to stop this lifelong battle we've had.
I'm thinking that it was easier for her to allow her husband (my dad) to abuse me, and not their birth child or even her! It may not have been easy per-se. But at the end of the day, having this man abuse someone other than herself or her birth child, made it more bearable. I know, it sounds harsh and brutal to say this, but lets get real, its probably the truth regardless if she realized at the time she was doing this or it was just a natural reaction?
She didn't do this to make me suffer, because I'm bad, or dirty, or stupid. When there are a lot of women with babies, and one of them starts to cry, the babies mother goes to her child. If another baby is crying, does she go to the other woman's baby? Not usually, at least not in our culture. I guess what she did is a natural, automatic response to life?
I have to admit, I do feel stupid at times. I feel like I'm the one forcing myself within this family, at times. Forcing to be accepted, to find my place and push everyone to love me and change their way of thinking. They clearly don't like my way, its painful and difficult to resolve life long challenges we've had, and I tend to be the family member that wants to shake it up and make it right. In my mind I sit and wonder how much I annoy all of them, and wonder how they all really feel about "ME." Its always a question in my mind, and I always feel like my opinion does not matter as much as theirs, regarding...everything. I have a lot of doubts about where I belong in this "Family."
Now I know that mom is living in some sort of fantasy world, she has created, to make her life bearable. She has repeated history, has become a silent partner in crime with her husband, my dad. She allowed her husband, just like her mom allowed her dad, to be the abuser. She stood by, just like her mom did and allowed the man to have the control and be an abuser. She also drank, like her mother did. And stayed with the abuser, like her mom did. Mom tells stories, sorry to say they are "Lies" about her life. She makes everything rosy and sweet, and this morning I realize that mom has also been living a fantasy, making her parents into the fantasy parents she probably wanted, but did not get. Mom could also have a blog like mine, if she chose a different life path. Her loss and grief is so huge, to get through the pain would be too difficult. If she wasn't currently lying about her life, I'd say she's done the work. But its clear to me now, that it will never be processed and she will live her remaining days on this earth, in this lifetime, just like she is. In pieces, torn inside, and never knowing true love, intimacy, or her own mind.
Processing "Both Moms" is so hard for me, and such a challenge and often I wonder if I'm right or wrong, but all I really know is how I feel.
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