by Psyquest » Wed Feb 01, 2012 6:17 am
Wow. Thanks everyone for helping with insight into my own story.
I feel for those of you who feel compelled to do things for their mother because afterall she is old, and after all she has no one else, and after all... well, you feel guilty.
I used to feel guilty. very guilty. I hated her with a passion and yet somehow I felt such dreadful sorrow for her. I would feel so compelled to give her some lovin' even though I didn't love her. I lived far away but would frequently write lengthy letters to her and call her. I would send her big packages at Christmas because an abundance of gifts is a basic necessity to her and she would be let down in a big way if I didn't.
There was nothing in it for me, except to appease my sense of guilt and feel like I was making her life a little less miserable. I loathed calling her because I would have to deal directly with her, hear her voice, let her hear mine, feel so laid bare. But I would eat that bitter pill out of nagging guilt. Seeing her in person was extremely uncomfortable, I couldn't look her in the eye and got very anxious about seeing her. The guilt was driving me crazy. I carried it around for years and I seemed to just sit there doing nothing, festering, balling up.
My mother came to my wedding and a few days before, at my inlaws dinner table, she announced in her delicate, low, hurt, academy award winning voice that she didn't know where I lived because I never contacted her and didn't let her know where I was or what I was doing. The large family that I had such a nice relationship with sat in silence as I sat there like a doe in the headlights. My mother-in-law didn't like me much after that. There were other things too that she did to subtly paint a negative picture of me. She spent quite a bit of time with my mother in law and she (my MIL) thought she was a peach. If my MIL knew about the things she had said and done to me she would be in a state of shock. But of course, there is no way to undo what has been done by that endearing lady who was just so lovely. My MIL still bubbles up whenever my NM's name is mentioned.
I am not sure if it was that or an accumulation of things, but I realized how futile and misdirected my guilt feeling were. I began looking at things objectively, almost like a 3rd party. I had bothered to write all those letters and inform her of all the things I was doing, where I was living, etc and here she was pretending to my inlaws that I was a bad daughter and she was a hurt, neglected mother in order to undermine my relationship with them. She had created such a bad feeling with her own in laws that seeing me so happy with mine must have driven her crazy. She had to screw things up for me so she could feel better about herself. It was a must on her to do list.
There was no point in doing these things for her anymore. My guilt was useless.
My eyes began opening up and I started to see the truth about things. The pity I felt for her was based on false premises. It took many years to shed my guilt because it is so easy to fall back into the old pattern of feeling sorry for them. They really ARE just a vulnerable hurt little spirit and I am cold and callous. As I did start being truthful with myself it became clear that this deeply held feeling was wrong. The hate and resentment I felt for her began to fade away as I liberated myself. I never went NC but I gradually cut her off. I just kept looking at the facts and not getting tricked into feeling pity for her or second guessing myself.
I don't bother with mother's day anymore and I don't do much more than contribute to a gift for her birthday. I don't call her and I only email her very occassionally. I don't shower her with gifts at Christmas, she gets one thoughtful thing and I don't care that she frowns or gets bundle loads from her other kids. I don't feel bad for being so 'cold', I am doing what I have to in this difficult situation that is not my choosing. I believe in justice and fairness, not one-sided relationships.
She is surprisingly well behaved now. She is even looking at me as the golden child now to hurt my siblings when they show any sign of disloyalty. I feel removed and frankly I just don't care. I don't care if she likes me or not or wants to give me the coveted role. The golden child role is a heavy anchor, not a prize. I don't approve of her so her approval of me doesn't matter anymore.
I think this is the best our relationship can be. I accept it and although she misses having me to play with, she has two other adult children to occupy her.