I have thought allot about the last 27 years of late.
Remembering the day you were born...the two year old who wanted to be a doctor...that cute little girl who was so difficult and strong willed that she didn't care if she got her hand slapped...if she could get the candy. The little girl who was brilliant but could NEVER say what she thought...communicate her feelings...say HOW she felt bad when she was sick. I remember my mom who raised 5 difficult children saying that I was the only person in the world who could be patient enough and creative enough to be your mom because you were so frustrating. I remember spending so much time at the elementary school...trying to help your teachers understand you and be good teachers...trying to help you get through while being a struggling single mother with no extra money because of your dad. I remember talking with my friends and family to get ideas on how to get you through your youth. I remember making the choice to ignore the pressure to send you to Duke...because you didn't want to go...or forcing you to go to IB....how did I know to do that...I wasn't much older than you are now when I made those hard decisions.
I had had you 6 years and through 3 prison sentences with your dad when I was the age you are now. I guess you cannot see how hard it is to sympathize with your plights (but no real responsibility). You have spent your life with no one counting on you and many people supporting you...no your dad wasn't one of them...but many, many, many people have believed in you and followed your life to see what you would accomplished...partly because of the admiring way I talked about you and partly because of their own perceptions.
I would have died to have any such support in my life...and can only imagine what amazing things I would have accomplished had I had 1/10 of the support, love, and positive feed back you have received from my friends, [her partner] and ME in your lifetime. You are so lucky, Taylor...and so many times you have squandered that good fortune that I would have loved to have had from ANYONE...much less all those that have loved and supported you.
You have always had a glass-half-empty mentality no matter how good you had it. I have always tried to see my glass as half-full ...and or figure out how to fill it...BY MYSELF...no one to ask for help...no one to turn to...no matter how hard my life has been. I could never tell my mom I didn't have money and ever see her send me money or bail me out...ever...like the many, many times I have done for you.
You had a mother who admitted her mistakes, tried to make things right...gave up her government career to be home with you when you were really going astray...moved to [another city] because you thought it would be better...moved to [a different city] because you thought it would be better...made so many life changing decisions to try to help you be better, feel better...have a better life. I cannot IMAGINE having a mother who ever did ANYTHING FOR ME...ever.
I can't imagine having a mother who ever admitted to making any mistake EVER. I cannot imagine having a mother who helped me surpass her life or wanted that...I cannot imagine having a mother who ever made a sacrifice for me. I did those things for my mother...I did those things for my daughter, her father, all my friends...family
...and the ONLY two people I have ever wanted to be recognized for MY LIFE...my CHOICES...MY Sacrifices...were my mother (who I gave up on a few years ago...and that broke my heart) and my daughter...who everyone said...one day would realize all I have done...and who I am...and now...I realize there is no hope of my daughter being different than my mother and ever admitting that she is wrong...hasn't remembered things correctly...or ever respected what I have done for her...or more so...who I am.
Neither of the two people who I wanted to be loved by...are able to love and respect me...and it is too late for my mother...and now I realize that it will never happen with my daughter.
I am at a loss...and I am a broken woman...and I don't know how to ever get past this. I am sorry.
Is this completely histrionic, or is it something else? It’s just so…martyred, and much of it is fabrication, or a twisting of the truth. She acts as if I never respected or praised her or gave her gratitude, but this was a daily and weekly thing (in my early years because I felt that way, and in the last 10 years because she demands and guilts me into giving her praise and gratitude).
What’s the prognosis? And how should I respond? I found this article that I think is a really good response in and of itself. What are your thoughts?
http://www.doctorhurd.com/index.php/Lif ... nting.html