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Princess_Abby
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First, I have to say I am so grateful for all of your posts, advice, insights, etc. They are really invaluable.
I spoke to my brother in Iraq again (the lone voice of reason in my family). I asked him if I’ve been living in complete denial for my entire life or if Mom has always been this way. He thought for a minute and then he said, “Well, you’ve never REALLY been around, though, have you?” And I was like, What do you mean by that? And he was like, “Well, the minute Mom and Dad found out you had a brain at a young age, all your time was spent working to jump grade levels or being shuttled to activities to ‘develop talents’ and half the time you were so busy, I don’t think you interacted with Mom and Dad the same way that the rest of us did.” So that was sort of an interesting insight. He was like, “I don’t think you really made Mom mad until you were suddenly miss independent and able to go off to college at a young age, excited and happy and then doing well by yourself, even when they decided you were randomly going to have to pay for college on your own. That was supposed to slow you down, but it didn’t.” I was like, hmm. He also went onto say that she would occasionally mention that I was an ungrateful brat who didn’t recognize “all that she had given me” by forcing me to race through school. (Nevermind the endless fights we had about me not WANTING to race through school.) She was really big on me working “to my potential.” But, when it came time and I was done with high school and two years of comm college early, she WAS really mad that I was more than happy to run off to college and finish what she had made me start. If that makes sense? My brother was like," it was almost as if she really wanted you to bow down to her as the person who created you and who could therefore control you, but instead you didn’t even give her the chance and just left town for ten years…" She was also mad about me moving across the country and then switching cities a few times, too.
So basically my early life was working like a maniac and then the second half was college/life on my own, away from all of them. Except that I would come home to visit and my siblings would come see me, but my mother never did, actually. But she would talk to me on the phone and everything SEEMED fine…
I think my delusion was that I allowed myself to think that she honestly cared for my welfare and that’s why she would freak out when I did things like give away everything I owned and drive across the country, pick a place to live near wherever I had a job and then re-furnish my apartment. It didn’t seem to matter to me that it wasn’t the way SHE would do it; it was just what worked for me and I could see that she wanted to help me? Or maybe control me, because usually she would decide not to speak to me for a little while.
My brother also pointed out the difference in discipline. I would get grounded for things like forgetting to return the ice pack to the freezer because it showed how lazy and insensitive I was toward the rest of the members of our household. My brother, however, is 18 months younger than me and rarely ever had a curfew, would come home smelling of alcohol, obviously having been at a party, and my mom would come down and fix him a late dinner at 2am. If I was three minutes past midnight, I was grounded the following weekend. My brother says that I was held to the standard of perfection and any slip was seen as open rebellion. But since he was merely the fun, super joker, sports player, party guy…my parents did not hold him to the same standards at all.
My husband has pointed out to me that all my siblings have maintained a certain level of being dependent on my parents, and I haven’t been dependent on them in any way, shape or form since I left ten years ago. My brother, for instance, gets all the free child care for his baby. My sisters get things like their cell phones paid for by Dad or one sister (the one we call the enslaved favorite) who eats dinner over there EVERY single night. The spoiled/pretty one is dependent on them in some ways because she gets money from them all the time to buy whatever she wants from Nordstrom. I have never accepted anything from my parents monetarily or materially with the exception of most of my wedding being paid for by them. (Which I ended up hearing again and again that THEY were hosting and what I wanted was of minimal importance in some regards.) My husband thinks it originally burned my mom that I didn’t “need” her for things or happiness or security several years ago, and so now…when I’m living here and about to embark on something I don’t know how to do yet (parenthood)…there is some sort of weird glee about slamming the door shut in my face when I need help (like a trip to the ER). She DID apparently go on and on about my audacity to inconvenience her by asking for that ride (literally a ten minute trip up the street).
I spoke to my brother in Iraq again (the lone voice of reason in my family). I asked him if I’ve been living in complete denial for my entire life or if Mom has always been this way. He thought for a minute and then he said, “Well, you’ve never REALLY been around, though, have you?” And I was like, What do you mean by that? And he was like, “Well, the minute Mom and Dad found out you had a brain at a young age, all your time was spent working to jump grade levels or being shuttled to activities to ‘develop talents’ and half the time you were so busy, I don’t think you interacted with Mom and Dad the same way that the rest of us did.” So that was sort of an interesting insight. He was like, “I don’t think you really made Mom mad until you were suddenly miss independent and able to go off to college at a young age, excited and happy and then doing well by yourself, even when they decided you were randomly going to have to pay for college on your own. That was supposed to slow you down, but it didn’t.” I was like, hmm. He also went onto say that she would occasionally mention that I was an ungrateful brat who didn’t recognize “all that she had given me” by forcing me to race through school. (Nevermind the endless fights we had about me not WANTING to race through school.) She was really big on me working “to my potential.” But, when it came time and I was done with high school and two years of comm college early, she WAS really mad that I was more than happy to run off to college and finish what she had made me start. If that makes sense? My brother was like," it was almost as if she really wanted you to bow down to her as the person who created you and who could therefore control you, but instead you didn’t even give her the chance and just left town for ten years…" She was also mad about me moving across the country and then switching cities a few times, too.
So basically my early life was working like a maniac and then the second half was college/life on my own, away from all of them. Except that I would come home to visit and my siblings would come see me, but my mother never did, actually. But she would talk to me on the phone and everything SEEMED fine…
I think my delusion was that I allowed myself to think that she honestly cared for my welfare and that’s why she would freak out when I did things like give away everything I owned and drive across the country, pick a place to live near wherever I had a job and then re-furnish my apartment. It didn’t seem to matter to me that it wasn’t the way SHE would do it; it was just what worked for me and I could see that she wanted to help me? Or maybe control me, because usually she would decide not to speak to me for a little while.
My brother also pointed out the difference in discipline. I would get grounded for things like forgetting to return the ice pack to the freezer because it showed how lazy and insensitive I was toward the rest of the members of our household. My brother, however, is 18 months younger than me and rarely ever had a curfew, would come home smelling of alcohol, obviously having been at a party, and my mom would come down and fix him a late dinner at 2am. If I was three minutes past midnight, I was grounded the following weekend. My brother says that I was held to the standard of perfection and any slip was seen as open rebellion. But since he was merely the fun, super joker, sports player, party guy…my parents did not hold him to the same standards at all.
My husband has pointed out to me that all my siblings have maintained a certain level of being dependent on my parents, and I haven’t been dependent on them in any way, shape or form since I left ten years ago. My brother, for instance, gets all the free child care for his baby. My sisters get things like their cell phones paid for by Dad or one sister (the one we call the enslaved favorite) who eats dinner over there EVERY single night. The spoiled/pretty one is dependent on them in some ways because she gets money from them all the time to buy whatever she wants from Nordstrom. I have never accepted anything from my parents monetarily or materially with the exception of most of my wedding being paid for by them. (Which I ended up hearing again and again that THEY were hosting and what I wanted was of minimal importance in some regards.) My husband thinks it originally burned my mom that I didn’t “need” her for things or happiness or security several years ago, and so now…when I’m living here and about to embark on something I don’t know how to do yet (parenthood)…there is some sort of weird glee about slamming the door shut in my face when I need help (like a trip to the ER). She DID apparently go on and on about my audacity to inconvenience her by asking for that ride (literally a ten minute trip up the street).