mistydrifter55 said:I started "feeling" my mother—realizing we just didn't click—way back in puberty.
Basically, that drift between us started the moment I stopped being a "little girl."
When I was tiny, she could still play the part of the mom. Tying my shoes, cuddling, telling stories... everything was great then.
But once school started, the distance set in.
Her reasons, her frustrations, whatever drama drove her behavior? I honestly don't care anymore. I don't even want to analyze it.
So. Here we are.
The big questions.
Forgive my mother? For what? I don't hold a grudge against her for how she chose to live her life.
What I *did* hold against her was how, after Dad passed away, she failed to keep the family together. Instead, she fueled the fire between her own kids. She basically "picked sides" between her children (and obviously, I wasn't the favorite). How can a mother discard one child while embracing another? I have two kids myself, and honestly, I don't think I could ever do that.
Her choice? Not seeing her grandkids.
Her choice? Suing me—her own flesh and blood—for harassment, right when I was trying to reach out. After she called the police to report me for "harassment," I cut contact. Yet, she keeps calling me. Makes sense, right? (?)
Move on? Move on to where? How?
I’ve dealt with my connection to my mother—the current, real-life version. I have zero intention of talking to her again. There's just no need.
But I haven't settled things internally. The emotional stuff, the private battle with myself... that's still there.
That’s what I want to fix: my inner peace.
I want to change how I function.
I want to break my behavioral patterns.
The ones baked in from childhood. I know it won't be easy. Honestly, I don't even know how to start.
All I know is that this pattern is hurting me and the people around me.
And that’s really what bothers me. That's the thing I actually want to change.
Man, there's so much rage in you, and you remind me of myself so much it's actually scary.
Maybe it'll be easier if I tell you how I felt, so maybe you can find some common ground...
Unlike you, I never truly felt like my parents loved or accepted me. My younger sister was always the golden child, while I was left on the sidelines, feeling the weight of being the oldest brother. I've always craved love, and I'd say I still do—I have this intense need to be close to someone. Ever since I can remember, I've felt lonely and unloved (though today I'm okay, and I'm proud of what I've achieved). As a kid, I used to daydream all the time about some stranger just picking me up, accepting me for who I am, and loving me... even if it was just in my head. That guilt my parents constantly pushed onto me was also a huge part of my life. That's where my submissiveness started. Today, I'm not really submissive—I'm actually pretty dominant and don't take orders from anyone—but I flip into heavy masochism whenever I'm in a bad mental state..
I finally went full no-contact with my parents recently, though I'd been pulling away for the last 15 years. At first, cutting them off gave me a sense of satisfaction; for the first time, I could actually get back at them by letting them suffer.. But after a few months, they realized they messed up, changed their tune, and now they're acting totally fine toward me. But honestly? I'm not ready to forgive them. If anything, I feel cheated because their attitude toward me suddenly improved. I want the person at fault to suffer, regardless of the fact that I know they couldn't act any differently given how immature and narrow-minded they are. I often feel terrible about it... there's an entire ocean of suppressed rage and pain inside me that I've never let out. In fact, I've always tried so hard to bury my negative feelings, my anger, and my pain, trying to make sure none of it touches me too deeply. Nowadays, I can't cry. I can't stand seeing sadness or pain in other people's eyes. When someone I know passes away, I just feel nothing—just emptiness.. honestly, all negative emotions just don't reach me; I automatically shut them down or bury them.. But that doesn't mean they aren't there, or that the last 30 years haven't happened and been forgotten forever. Every harsh word, every insult, every bad emotion—it's all still inside. I just don't want to let it out. Not only do I not want to, but I've pushed it down for so many years that I don't even know how to let it all out if I wanted to. I don't even know the triggers for my negative emotions. I just know that out of nowhere, I'll feel totally pathetic, worthless, sad, desperate... and I'll feel like hurting myself or someone else..
Where does this whole self-destruct thing even come from?..
It comes from the same place mine does—you’re just deeply hurt. You grew up without enough love from your mom, dealing with all that misunderstanding, being belittled, and then finally getting totally pushed away after your dad passed. Losing your dad was traumatic enough on its own, but then you lost your mom too, since she basically shut you out after he died.
You’re furious—like, pure rage levels—so much so that you decided to just wipe her from your life entirely. You're disgusted by her, you can't stand her...
But cutting her off isn't going to quiet those emotions screaming to get out. It won't stop the ache of losing a mother who rejected you in the first place. That’s why you said at the start of this thread that you just want a mom who will hold you... because you're hurting, and you need comfort and love..
Since that volcano inside you is constantly hurting and trying to erupt—but you won't let it (just like I don't)—it ends up exploding all the time. And if you can't aim that anger at other people, you end up turning it inward. You tell yourself you're stupid, that you're disgusting, that you hate yourself... because you have to dump that energy somewhere. You have to settle the chaos inside... and that cycle repeats constantly. Every time there's a trigger, every time an old memory of pain and anger resurfaces, every time you mess something up, or have a bad day, or your husband gets on your nerves, or your boss snaps at you..
So how do you actually fix it..?
By letting it all out.. honestly, it takes a massive amount of time and grit. Eventually, you might reach a point where you can look back and realize your mom just didn't know any better. You can accept her for who she was without letting her run your life anymore..
That's why people always say "you need to forgive your mother," but right now, neither you nor I am anywhere near being able to do that—nobody could be.. you have to drop the weight sitting in your heart first. Only then can you really process things and feel what's real.. and if everything works out in the end, you'll forgive her and move on, feeling lighter and way more whole than before..
But hey, who am I to lecture you? I'm just starting this journey myself... I've spent my whole life acting like a master thief, just perfecting the art of hiding my bad feelings without even realizing I was doing it...😉