So I'm Cate. 40, single, two cats and working full time whilst caring for my bed ridden mother. Who I hate btw. Because she is awful. Awful, in that she cheated on my dying Father whilst he was in the hospital in a bed he MADE. Awful, in that the man she had a ten year affair with was her best friend and my god-mother's brother and her boss. And awful, because when he ended it when I was 18, she told me to drop out of Uni to look after her.
Stupidly I did, thinking after a few years she would improve physically. She didn't. Mentally well. She was a Princess in her Childhood and will forever be. Nothing she says is wrong, she has like 3 friends who all think she is ridiculous and here I sit, silently sobbing into my over-sized pillow.
Dad died when I was 10, I was sworn to never tell anyone about the affair and so now I have major intimacy issues. She is now bed-ridden and I live with her and I hate coming home. In fact the only reasons I do come home is to see and fuss my cats and to drink. And that may be my problem.
Once when I was young and pert, when I got angry I lashed out. Not saying that's right because it isn't, at all. Now I cry. Tears of rage because the PC police won't let me hit her. She calls me weak, tells me I am acting like a baby. This woman would die without my input as she refuses careers and pees into a bedpan I have to empty. She is my Mother, but she was never my Mum. Had roles been reversed and she had died instead of my Dad life would have been different as at least I know he wanted a child. She told me once that if her lover asked her to choose between that she would choose him. I was 12.
So I sit hear, two decades on, crying copiously into already watered down Chardonnay and ask you all if the problem really is mine alone? Surely I am not the only rejected child of an arrogant mother? My pain and depression are mine, but inherently linked to my mother.
She thinks I have mental issues, refusing to believe she has done anything wrong, whilst I struggle daily with feelings of depression and fear. She won't listen and any attempt to reason ends in a fight.
I don't want to fight anymore. I'm barely keeping it together. Trying not to drink and failing. Trying not to cry and brutally failing. I hate her. She has ruined my life, taken the best years and spent them criticizing me and anyone else who falls into her path. I know she is toxic, but I know believe that that the problem is with me.
And she's only 70. This could go one for years!
Thanks for listening.
Feel free to respond if you want. Just glad to be in a forum where I feel safe.
Cate