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.

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Trigger Warning: Dreams & CSA

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Please take this as a warning that this post contains thoughts and references to CSA and take this as a trigger warning. Please do not read this if you think you may be triggered from it.

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Spider Dream/CSA dream link
A reader commented last night that if she had a dream like my spider one, that for her, it could be a CSA dream.  I went to sleep thinking about whether there was any possibility the spider dream could link in to any of the CSA stuff that happened to me from my mother’s boyfriend.

I fell asleep thinking about this possibility and how it could fit.. I thought surely she didn’t know that was happening and let it happen? Surely she didn’t somehow weirdly enjoy it, surely she didn’t turn a blind eye?. [I thought this based on the feelings the dream brought me which were that she wasn’t acknowledging how much pain I was in and was forcing me to eat the spiders (take the medicine) whilst she had a look on her face that she would secretly and cruelly enjoy watching me do it].

As I thought these things, something weird happened in my body. I’m not sure how to explain that. It was as if something dropped, moved? My stomach flipped or.. oh I don’t know how to explain it.  I can only liken it to heart-felt horror/stomach-flipping sickness… I’m making no sense. I dismissed it as me being stupid. Of course she didn’t. I then scolded myself for having even contemplated this.

But today I remember that this is the second dream I’ve had (admittedly in over a year I imagine) which leaves me with this feeling. In the last dream he was abusing me on the sofa (where he really did) and she had opened her bedroom door to call him to bed, but saw what was happening and closed the door again.  That dream left me feeling cold and sick. It really shook me up and I sent it to T at the time. I hadn’t thought of this for a long time until now. I need to dig that old dream out.

Now I am asking myself am I in denial? Did she? Have I touched on a truth somehow? The thought that she knew makes me want to kill her. The thought that she could possibly have known at the time and left me to deal with it alone makes me never want to see or speak to her ever again. But I have no proof of this and so I am speaking very much hypothetically I know.

And I won’t ever know anyway, will I? I will never know for sure and she will never admit it so what good would it do me to think this way?

 

Last night’s Dream
Anyway, I then had another dream last night which I detail here:

My boyfriend’s friend Tim text and said I could drive the Aldi now (this was somehow meant to signify that I was highly ranked/thought of in his opinion). He then told me by accident how he had enjoyed his afternoon at the F1 with my boyfriend. I didn’t know about the F1 and my boyfriend had pretended to go to work that day, even wearing work clothes and so he had clearly lied to me. I was furious. I later confronted my boyfriend and tricked him by asking how work was. He said it was alright and so I let rip and told him he was a liar. I was furious with him and very hurt.

Later I was at a vending machine of sorts (not food) and a load of “stuff” fell out. I can’t remember what the “stuff was”, but it was expensive. It totalled about £5,500 and I wasn’t sure whether my card had been charged for this, or whether it had come out by accident and was therefore free. I debated letting the debt accumulate on my card and paying it off anyway over a period of years (which somehow was due to not wanting to admit I couldn’t afford it to someone) but then told myself that was silly, it was over £5,000. I snuck back into a room where people were asleep and hid “the stuff” in my bed covers in the dark.  My bed was on the floor by the window. The curtains were drawn and the other people were sound asleep.

Later Tim said that I could only drive the shit car again (symbolising my low ranking) although this was unconnected with the vending machine thing).

I then heard my boss say something nasty about me and he then went into a meeting room with people and I was angry about what I had heard him say.

This dream clearly has a theme of anger and betrayal. My boyfriend betrayed me by having not told me something and having actively lied to me about it. My boss upset and angered me by saying nasty things about me behind my back.  The vending machine part is the bit that is a little…. Well, I’m not sure yet but it feels as though there is a possibility it’s related to the CSA theme. I just have this weird feeling in my gut that there is some part of it that is.. although I’m now worried I am making things up in my head?? Something about the money and the hiding in the bed that touches on the stuff that really did happen.

 

Earlier in the evening and today
Last night I thought to myself that the letter I wrote to T earlier in the day hadn’t helped with the connection, it had actually made it worse. I Googled “why are therapy breaks so hard” and was reading a few of the results when my boyfriend started to talk to me about train times and stuff for our night out tonight with his parents. I snapped at him a few times and said I didn’t care and I didn’t want to talk about it anymore and that I didn’t even want to go the stupid quiz. THEY did, not me. I then shouted to the hamster to shut up in his wheel (I never do that). I knew instantly I was misdirecting my anger.

It was totally disproportionate and uncalled for. I think I used it as an excuse to “get angry”. Perhaps my real anger was about the break or about being fed up of seeing his “perfect” family. Going to the quiz really cements the feeling of being stupid because I sit there the entire evening not knowing a single question when they are all very clever and it makes me feel like I could leave and nobody would notice or care. And I am bored.

I love his family but I don’t want to go. I don’t actually have much inclination to go anywhere at the moment. My team at work sent an invite today for drinks after work on Monday and I’ve declined (because it’s the love island final – don’t judge!) which hasn’t gone down well but I feel like I’m being childishly stubborn and am saying “tough shit, it’s what I want to do”. Colleagues are laughing at me as though they can’t quite believe I am being this honest and trying to persuade me to just come for one or two and I’m being bratty like “No. I said no”. I never do this… I am always polite enough to go even if I don’t want to and whilst I am sure that having a boundary is a healthy thing?…  I’m not bothered about how I am being perceived.  Who wants to go out drinking on a Monday night?

I just want to go home … I want to go home and being comfortable.. sit on the sofa, eat food (which I’ve been doing way too much of since the break and I can’t stop!), watch tv and sleep. I have no interest in going out for drinks or for quiz nights…  and back to the quiz night it makes me think “Jesus, we see your family all the bloody time” which is so nasty and unfair because I always enjoy it and I love his parents.. so why the nastiness? Jealousy perhaps?