My Mom had anger issues when I was a kid it got slowly better over the years. There's a part of me that's still scared of her. If she starts to raise her voice, I get sudden flashes of her voice in the back of my mind yelling my full name and to come here. I keep expecting her to start yelling at me, especially when I'm not in the room and I hear it from another room. I expect to hear her coming down the hall, or rattling my locked door to let her in, saying my full name and expecting something bad to happen.
I was hit a few times, a slap across the mouth once or twice..maybe more. Spankings when I did something really wrong, with a wooden spoon handle, two or three times, just to get the point across not beatings or anything. She stopped that when I was around 12 or so, she decided that gentle parenting was better or something, can't remember exactly.
When I was 16 or 17, I had been under extreme amounts of stress and I kept myself locked in my room almost constantly. I barely remember what happened, I just remember my younger brother who was 6 or 7 at the time coming to ask me a question or something and I said no not right now and shut my door. I might have been a bit harsh but I wasn't trying to hurt him or anything, I just wanted to be left alone. Not long after my Mom burst into my room nearly screaming at me, something about me being a despicable person or daughter/sister or something, how I had made him cry for being a brat, that I should be nicer to him, that I should be just..better. I don't know exactly what it was. I was scared to death, I couldn't figure out what I had done wrong, everything I had done or might have done over the past week or few weeks went flying through my mind trying to figure out where I had gone wrong, if I was truly in the wrong, etc. This all passed within seconds, then she slapped me in the face, grabbed me and shook me (while saying all those things above), then shoved me back on my bed. Telling me to stay away from my brother, that I was a terrible sister and I need to 'get with it' or something and slammed the door. I was terrified. I had no clue what the hell happened, what I did or anything.
I KNOW that I was not the best sister, ever since he was born I didn't know what to do with my younger brother much, I couldn't relate so I just mostly left him alone mostly. I felt terrible about it, absolutely terrible. I felt like scum. I had already been berating myself for not being a better sister FOR YEARS and her doing that to me I just.. I wanted to scream at her that I KNOW. I SEE IT. I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO ABOUT IT. YOU NEVER TAUGHT ME ANYTHING. YOU JUST EXPECTED ME TO KNOW.
My brother and I get along better now because he's older and knows more things and I can find things to connect on. I don't let myself get too close though because I keep expecting to 'slip up' and do something or say something wrong and my Mom will flip out again. He looks up to me because I'm closer to him than our older brother which makes my fear even greater. I'm terrified of my bad habits, my negativity and pessimistic view of things rubbing off on him and blaming myself if he does anything similar to me that I don't like about myself.
My relationship with my Mom has always been up and down. I never know where I really stand with her because she can flip within seconds sometimes. Other times things go fine for months, then bam, I'm terrible again.
I have this deep seated fear that she's going to get very angry with me again, that whenever her voice gets loud that "I'm next" whatever the hell that means. I don't know if it's irrational or what.
I know she hates herself as a parent to an extent for my and my brothers not so great childhood, I know that she did her best with what she had (which wasn't a lot.), I know that her father had anger issues as well just more extreme. My father emotionally abused her, and us. Just so many things to equal our states of being, that placing blame on just one person or thing is not possible or right.
I don't WANT to blame her or anyone. It's just how it is and was. Even if I did, if I tried to call her out on it, if I told her how I felt she would say I was remembering it wrong, that she knows what she did and didn't do anything wrong, that I'm just twisting things around.
I don't know how to deal with feeling like this though. A part of me is always waiting for that other shoe to drop, I don't know how to deal with any of this. I just want the feeling gone. But I guess it won't until I move out and away from her? I don't know.