I really appreciate the other posts on this thread. It lets me know I'm not the only one who was raised in an fearful, threatening, condesending homelife. While I'm now 54 years old the wounds and hurt have never gone away and have been reminders that always left me wondering if I was that stupid, ugly, or deformed to not have love and respect. In short my father was disconnected from me most of the time and when he did connect it was with a slap, a strap or a fist. My mother taunted me with her love and would use it to manipulate me. " I will love you only if you" fill in the rest. She weilded her love like a weapon. Basically saying, no one else could love you so take the love I give because I'm the only one who does, but you have to do this for me. My existence in my family was always conditional. You may have a place to sleep but you have to shovel snow. You may have food to eat but you have to clean the bathrooms. My brothers did nothing and didn't have to but watch out if I missed mowing the lawn or vaccuming the rugs. It wasn't enough to be an honor student, champion swimmer and have part time jobs in high school and college. I was still the invisible child and basically never wanted. It hurt to understand this because you never really admitted these things when you were younger because all you wanted to do is survive. I'm not sure if I can ever really forgive as the pain is all too crushing.
Thanks for letting me vent.