I have no more fight left today

This is a warning that I am having some kind of melt down right now and this post is likely to be full of anger and rage and sadness and Christ knows what else. Maybe stop reading now if you are feeling delicate yourself.

I don’t know what’s happening but I am having a really horrible body reaction to how overwhelmed with anxiety, stress and anger I am feeling. I’ve never felt anything like it. My heart is beating out of my chest, my body is tingling and feels weak, I feel sick, my stomach is going crazy and I feel kind of dizzy and spaced out.  A minute ago I felt like if I took a sip of the very large glass of wine I have poured, I might be sick.  My entire body is triggered or something. It feels AWFUL.

If you have been reading lately, you will know the background around the shit storm that is happening at work.  Yesterday I was offered a new position within the company and I felt such intense relief that I could get out of that department and away from those two girls making me feel so shit. At 8pm last night, I got a call from a woman in HR to tell me that she couldn’t agree to me leaving until a replacement had been found and that it would take at least a month.  I totally broke down on the phone to her. I sobbed. I was unable to speak. I totally lost it.  She obviously needed me to tell her what has been going on and so I did, I didn’t have much choice by that stage and so I was honest. I told her how those two girls had been making me feel and that I couldn’t do that for another month and that actually, I seriously would have to leave the firm if that was the case. That wasn’t meant as blackmail – I really would have left.

Luckily once she witnessed the state I was in on the phone, she agreed I could leave my current team this Friday for the Xmas break and start my new department on 2 January.  I came off of that call utterly broken, but relieved.

Today I went into work, which believe me is not easy at the moment.  The 2 girls didn’t speak to me, nothing new there, but I felt more awkward than ever because I knew they probably knew. Later I was called into the head of the department’s office. He is a cold man at the best of times and he wasn’t very supportive. He asked me what was going on, I told him in brief detail that the department wasn’t for me and that it wasn’t working out.  He said “you seemed happy enough at the xmas meal last week” which REALLY pissed me off. What was he implying? That I am lying? Making the whole thing up? I snapped back at him “That was two weeks ago and last week was awful”.  He was blank-faced and even when tears began to fall down my face and I couldn’t get my words out, he just glared at me.  I felt like dying.

When the “meeting” was over, I left his office and the 2 girls were directly outside the room (which by the way is glass so they would have seen me and probably heard me which is just great..).  I walked to the bathroom where I, yet again, collapsed into tears.  I didn’t ever want to come out.

I then got a text message from my ‘aunty’.  She isn’t my blood aunty, but has been in my life since literally the day I was born. She was like a second mother to be growing up. I used to stay at her house all the time with her two boys who I refer to as my cousins.  My mother used to go off gallivanting with her latest bloke and I would stay there for weeks at a time. She was always so loving to me, I’ve always, always loved her.  Anyway, she said she needed to speak to me.  I knew instantly this had to be about my mother because she doesn’t often text me and she never says she “needs” to speak to me. Initially I thought she was going to be a flying monkey and was going to tell me my mum was upset or something and my back was up.  I was wrong.

I spoke to her on the phone at lunch time and what she had to tell me was that she has fallen out with my mother on a HUGE scale because my mother told her she is not to speak to me anymore. I can’t even believe I am typing this.

My aunt was very honest, she admitted that initially when this happened, which was apparently about 6 weeks ago, she said she rarely spoke to me and my mother said to her “If you speak to TT, please tell me” and she admitted that she agreed with that.  Well, you may remember it was this aunt’s birthday party a few weeks after me and my mother fell out and I knew I couldn’t go unless I wanted to see my mother, so I text her to say I couldn’t make it because of what had happened to the kids, and because I had fallen out with my mother and that we weren’t speaking.  She replied at the time to say she was shocked to hear we weren’t speaking and that she was sorry I couldn’t make it.  Well, she also admitted, she sent those messages to my mother when she next requested evidence of our communications.

Apparently my mother then rang her Friday night just gone to ask her if she had spoken to me and she told her that she had text me recently to say she was sick with the flu, but would send me some dates that we could get together as soon as she was better (this was because I asked when I could see her as I couldn’t make her party).  Apparently with this, my mother went APE SHIT at her and they ended up having a really horrible argument on the phone where my mother told her she should be loyal to her and not to me and that she does not expect her to speak to me at all.  I don’t know exactly what else was said but my aunty said that she told my mother she had done nothing wrong and that my mother wasn’t having any of it.

My aunt said she slept on this argument and then Sunday sent my mother a very long message which said………. wait for this…. that she thinks she needs to learn about sexual abuse and the implications it can have because she thinks this is where all the issues started.  That the fact my mother couldn’t and didn’t handle me telling her what happened to me is the start of our problems and said to my mum, that the same thing happened with her and her mother when she spoke out about her own sexual abuse. GOBSMACKED.

She said the message wasn’t aggressive or nasty or blaming, but that she said in it, she thinks if my mum were able to help me deal with it in a better way, we would be closer and that she thinks my mum’s reaction to me telling her what had happened has caused the anger and resentment in me which has led to this huge fall out between us.  I interjected here and said that our problems go way further back than that abuse.  I was 14 when that happened, she had been hurting me since the day I was born.

She then told me she doesn’t know why exactly we fell out. I laughed – literally. Funny that! So I told her the truth. The argument began by me confronting her about what she has been saying to my aunt and to my sister about me and my fiancé, which my mother furiously denied and called my aunt a liar.  She told me if I believed her over my own mother, I could get out of her house. I told her she then went on to tell me I was brainwashed and needed sectioning and all of the rest of it.  My aunt, understandably was gobsmacked.

Anyway, the very long story short is that we realised (well, she did) that my mother wanted to keep us apart so that aunt didn’t find out that the row was about the fact my mother had been caught out.

Apparently my mother never replied to my aunt’s text on Sunday. I’m genuinely very surprised at that because my mother ALWAYS has to have the last word. She told me she doesn’t think they will ever speak again now. I told her I think she might be right.  That’s two people in the last few months that have called my mother out on being a fuck up of a mother. Me and now my aunt. She will be steaming angry.

My aunt said that she does believe my mother is extremely upset that we aren’t speaking and that she will miss my wedding. I told her, well, if she would rather not speak to me again or come to my wedding than take a look in the mirror and admit her mistakes and apologise for them – then whose fault is that? She agreed.

My aunt also told me that a mutual friend of hers and my mother’s had been to see her since this and also said she should stop seeing me for my mother’s sake and that she had said to her she absolutely wouldn’t do that. This mutual friend apparently said to her, “She was a really terrible mother though, I know”.  She apparently said that repeatedly in front of my aunt, and her husband. Shame she doesn’t tell my mother that too.

I told my aunt that my mother was acting like a fucking dictator. Who does she think she is telling her who she can and can’t talk to? EUGH. Thank God she didn’t just comply with my mother. No wonder my mother hasn’t replied to her, she will have cut her off now as she is no longer compliant and enabling.

It’s a shame that not everyone stands up to my mother. My sister won’t see me now either and I know why.  She’s been promoted to golden child and is loving the attention she is getting. Little does she know she’s just been recruited as another rescuer. Someone to give my mother all the narcissistic fix she needs. To tell her how nothing is her fault and that me (and my aunt now) are horrible abusers who she is best off without.  It is only a matter of time before I get a message to tell me she wants nothing more to do with me “because of the way I am treating mum”.  I will link to this page when that happens.

I feel bad for my aunt. She will be feeling so shit right now. She won’t want to lose my mother’s friendship. She has been discarded now she is no use to my mother. It’s actually a GREAT thing but she won’t feel like it is right now, of course.  She’s put up with so much from my mother over the years, I did ask her why she is still in her life anyway. She then told me she would have to “return the lovely bracelet”…. what bracelet? Apparently a few weeks ago my mother gave my aunt an engraved bracelet which said “friends forever”….. clearly it should have said “friends forever.. as long as you do what I say”.

I brought my sister a present this morning. A necklace with an elephant on that symbolises love and a special gift box and gift bag which had stars on it which reminded me of our favourite bedding we had as kids at her dad’s house.  Now I’m not sure whether to send it to her or not, I mean… she clearly doesn’t want to be in my life now anyway. Will it be seen as emotional blackmail? Will it be sent back to me? Ignored? I don’t know what to do.

And then there’s the absolute fuck up with T.

After that wonderful phone call I went back to work and saw T had sent me a text. The text wasn’t for me. It was for Sonia. WHO THE FUCK IS SONIA? Now, accidents happen, mistakes happen – especially when using technology but the problem is, that the way T speaks to Sonia is NOT how she speaks to me.

Firstly “Dearest Sonia”….. then normal therapist shit and then… “Much Love”. OUCH OUCH OWWWW OWWW OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.

Two tiny and simple words that somehow sliced through my heart.

Well this triggered me instantly of course. Why does she like, sorry LOVE, Sonia and not me? Why is she so warm to her and not to me? Why doesn’t she say things like that to me? How old is she? Why does that even matter? I don’t know.

I know this is totally illogical and irrational and totally immature, but I always hoped it was ME that she liked best. Maybe loved… I always hoped it was ME she had a soft spot for and that I was the only client. For some reason I want to be the only young client – mother/daughter fantasy I guess?

Anyway it fucking hurt and I text her to tell her she had sent it to me by mistake and she replied so casually saying oh yes it did, sorry, see you tonight.. and I thought PFFTTT no you won’t.

And so I cancelled my session.

I have NEVER cancelled a session. Ever. Not once in 3 years, not even for genuine illness.

In fact, my session should start in exactly 5 minutes and I have absolutely no fucks spare to give.

On top of the shit with work, the stuff with my mother and aunty, my sister and everything else, this really was the final nail in the coffin. I just can’t take any more today.  I know that sounds very victim like and poor me and I hate that but… that’s the absolute truth. I feel like if I let myself, I would have some sort of breakdown. I’m not sure I would be able to pick myself up from it very quickly.

I know T sent the text by accident. I know that. (Please God if you comment, don’t say that, I know it I promise) but it has made me feel like she is fake and she doesn’t like or love me in the way I had tricked myself into believing she did. Certainly not like she loves Sonia.

Maybe my attachment system has been activated and I’ve gone into flight mode by not having my session, I can see that at some point in the future, days or weeks, I will be over this enough to talk to her about calmly, but today is not that day and today’s session shouldn’t have been about that and it would have had to be. Not going isn’t about punishing her, it’s about trying to protect ME.

I’ve had enough of fighting this week. I feel mentally exhausted.

On that note, it’s dead on my session time. I bet she thinks I will still be there. I bet she doesn’t believe I won’t go. I pray she doesn’t phone me because I just can’t speak to her. There is no more fight in me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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My Mother: The Sadistic, Evil, Abuser

**Trigger warning regarding sex and child abuse references**

I feel so full of anger right now.  I’ve just broken down in tears and all I can think about right now is how much I hate my mother and how she truly is the epitome of selfish. In fact, selfish doesn’t even start to describe her.  I’ve always thought of her as selfish for lots of reasons, but they were more generic things… today I am talking about the feelings that have hit me since writing my blog last night and the dream I had the night before. The sex stuff.  I have so many feelings about it today that I feel literally sick.

My mother having loud sex was always an issue for me growing up.  It may sound strange, but whenever it happened, my heart would beat so hard and so fast. I would always feel sick and I always felt really, really angry and cry.  I genuinely used to dread it when I heard her come upstairs to bed or when she would say that she and whatever bloke it was at the time were off to get an “early night”.  She would say that with a smug grin so it was obvious what she meant by that.

She still had ridiculously loud sex if I had friends over. That was horrifyingly embarrassing as you can probably imagine. I hated it.

Sometimes when I was a teenager and she was at it again, doing her porn-star bit, I would slam and bash doors, flush the chain numerous times to make lots of noise to somehow hope that would make a difference (Christ knows why!).  Obviously it didn’t.  If the anger took over, which it occasionally did, I would shout at the top of my voice “SHUT UPPP!!!!!!!”.  I would shit myself if I did that because I knew she would come in and go absolutely ballistic at me for ruining her fun.  As I wrote yesterday, the words that followed would always be along the lines of how I needed to grow up and how I should move out if I didn’t like it.  But clearly I couldn’t fucking move out could I? Where the fuck would I have gone?

As I told my fiance the memories I wrote about yesterday where she had sex in the same room as me when I was 9 and 11, he was horrified.  He said it was sex abuse and that she should have been locked up for that.  I understood for the first time that it really is abuse, isn’t it? I always thought there was something wrong with me for finding her sexual encounters so disturbing, particularly when I was an older teenager because I felt as though I was being childish and immature.

I know I’ve said this a lot lately, but if my stepchildren came to me and told me that their mother had been having sex with them in the room, I would flip out!

As I told my fiance about one of those memories in more detail, I told him how I just couldn’t understand why you would WANT to have sex with 4 young children asleep on the floor around the hotel bed.  What about that situation would turn you on and make you horny? I mean, come on, if me and my fiance were in a bed in a hotel room with his children asleep on the floor around us, sex would be the very, very furthest thing on my mind.  In fact as I write this, the first thing I think of is that I would have had the children in the bed and slept on the floor myself!

My fiance said that he thinks the fact us 4 children were all girls was telling. He thinks that she had sex with him in that hotel bed in front of us all because it was her way of marking her territory.  He said that he thinks she felt threatened by us female children.

How sick is that?????

The thing is, applying that to more recent times and it makes sense.  Her current husband (husband number 4) has 4 adult children.  2 girls and 2 boys. He no longer has contact with the 2 girls, because of my mother.  Isn’t that a bit of a coincidence?

My fiance said that he thinks she was so threatened by girls around her men, in case they “chose” them over her….  so then when I told her what her ex-boyfriend did to me…. she was furious and distraught (at first) but later told the child abuse worker that she couldn’t understand why he would have been interested in me because, and I quote, “she was very flat chested”. 

Now I see this whole situation differently.  She was truly furious and distraught because her worst nightmare had come true, hadn’t it? One of her men really did “pick me”.  It explains why she never helped me to deal with that event and said that hurtful line about wanting everyone to feel sorry for me.  How could I have been so selfish as to have been sexually abused by HER boyfriend.  Why would he have wanted me and not HER?

Shit.

So now when I think of the times when she had stupidly loud sex all over the house and with her door open, all I can think is that she did it almost to taunt me.. as if she were saying “Look how attractive and sexy he thinks I am. He wants ME, not you”.

And THAT thought, makes me want to bash her stupid, ugly face in.

My mother has often spoke to me about her sex life. She’s told me numerous times in recent years that he has lost her sex drive and that she never wants sex anymore.  That husband number 4 gets sulky and so she will “give in” and he will be happy for a few days or a week and she doesn’t have to do it for a while.  She tells me how when she met him, he was useless in bed and that she had to “teach him”.  This reminded me of how when I got a new boyfriend, including my now fiance, she would ask me what the sex was like and she would question, disbelievingly, “are you sure its good and you don’t just really like him?“.  WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK.

Why would you want to talk about these things with your daughter? Why would you want to ask those questions?

She used to take me to clubs with her before I was 18.  She would try to send me off with men and she would just LOVE it when men would comment that we looked more like sisters than mother and daughter. VOM.

My mother would effectively pimp me out to men in their 40’s when I wasn’t even legally an adult. I ask myself as I write this today, WHY? What did she get from that?

This weekend I am finally seeing the extent of how truly sick she is. In this moment right now, I LAUGH in the face of any guilt I have felt about her feelings over this fall out. She can fuck off out of my life forever.