My mother has taken all the joy out of my life. I have read many articles on this site but there really aren't any answers. Only more questions. I am giving up. My son graduated from high school and she made it miserable. My daughter graduated from college, she goes into crisis and I am robbed of that joy. Now, my daughter is getting married and my mother is once again going into crisis mode. Why? Because it always has to be about her. She has to be the center of attention because she thinks she deserves it. Honestly, I can't live this way anymore with no joy, no relaxation, never unstressed or unworried. I am very close to ending it all. If I didn't have my son to finish putting through college I would kill myself and be done with it. This is what it has come to. My life or hers. And she's winning.
Put Mom back in her box. I assume she is fairly healthy and independent, She is neither going to ruin your daughters big day or send you to an early grave.
concentrate on making yourself a beautiful mother of the bride. you never know who you will meet at the wedding
-SS
I am 54yo widowed woman. short story: My mom has stole the joy and zeal out of my life too. I got on here tonight after being off for a long time to see if anyone has commented on my situation. I found yours.
Instead of ending my life, I just need to decide to stand up for me and mine from now on. My mom ruined my childhood, teenage years, school years, social life, all my relationships. I have let guilt "because she is my mother" run my life into a hole. As of today, I promise you all will see the permanent changes for me will happen.
Back to you, do you have your health? If so, believe me with the stress and anxieties you have described, your health will go down hill fast! Mine has and now I can't get it back. CHANGE IT NOW! For you and your family. You don't want your children to have to take care of you because you didn't take care of yourself (no matter what reason do you)?
Think about the comments that have been made and see that there is life after all. Just grab it. I am gonna. Lots of everything good to you.
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I love what you said - forgive them to make YOURSELF happier.
Moms Go To, and as someone already suggested
You might want to change it to Moms Got To Go ! !
Restore the natural pecking order of your home by taking her down from the pedestal you put her on. If she tries to lay yet another guilt trip with the ubiquitous "I'm your mother," remind her that title doesn't come with spotlight nor a license to do whatever she wants. If she threatens to move out (another guilt trip), make the suitcases readily available and help her pack. Let her know you mean business.
I have beaten the hate and rage I felt towards my mom all these years, here at the end, and thank God for it. I hated MYSELF for so many years because of my mom, in fact, hated myself all my life, because of how much downright loathing I felt for her back in the day, and the sheer ugliness of some of the thoughts I had about her...and I didn't keep that mess to myself. My mom and I have been at war since the day I learned the word 'no'. And I learned early. God, she'd beat me bloody sometimes, and I ended up in the hospital a time or two thanks to her absolutely out of control berserker rages if she didn't get what she wanted on command. It was insanity at it's finest.
Myself as a kid... Man, I was like a little wild animal. I was way to young to put words to any emotions I felt, but I can tell you this, at a real early age I felt and sensed danger around my mother. There was never, ever, not a single time, except maybe before I could talk and think, when I felt anything that even resembled warmth from her. She was the enemy, and I sensed it like prey senses a predator. Unfortunately for mom, I can be a predator, too, and from a kid on, I defied her at every turn and the cost be damned, and the cost was HIGH. All I remember is spending a lot of time avoiding her presence like the plague, and thank god for a kid's imagination back in the day... I have the profile of a serial killer. I'm not even kidding. I've been abused, and brutally, for many, many years. I always knew, even as a kid, on some level she was just plain looney tunes, but there was always, always, my whole life, her voice in my head, the comments she made, the things she would say... OMG. All my life, forever and ever and ever, her voice in my head, and I half believed the really nasty shit she would hurl at me verbally sometimes...
I started saying 'NO' a long time ago. I didn't always win, I caved sometimes under her intense, crazy pressure, but not always. Oh Lord, our fights...the fights, the fights the fights...it's like every one of them made her stronger, and sucked the living hell right out of me like a parasite... She would not stop. She would not quit. She never, ever relented in her demands, demands that no mere mortal could fulfill. Nobody, and I mean NOBODY, could have satisfied her back in the day... I knew that a long, long time ago. And I never gave in to that. I told my mom to her face to go fuck herself. **blushes** I am so sorry, but I do have a dark, evil side because of all this. I haven't been in this living hell, this pit of hopelessness, alone. The devil, in the guise of mom, was here, too. I have never met a more psychologically ...brutal...person. The cost of being around her... I fought her for my life every single day from the second I knew I needed to, when I was a kid. God, I detested her even then, poor mom. This is going to sound weird, but in some odd way I've always had this kind of pity for her, too, I've always felt kind of sorry for her.... I mean, really, I damn sure wouldn't want to be her. Can you imagine?
I tried, when I was a kid, a teen and an adult to avoid her. As a kid and teen that was impossible. Oh man, she would literally follow me everywhere, just hurling verbal abuse and screaming like someone crazed...which she was. I could not get away from her. If I locked my door, she would stand outside it and just bang on it, screaming and shrieking...I wasn't about to open it. If she was in a rage and caught me outside my room I'd run like hell. I wasn't about to let her catch me. I knew what was coming. No thanks. I used to have nightmares about her getting a chainsaw and cutting a hole in my door... I always woke up right when the blade came through the door, and I could hear the sounds it was making, and she was almost in... **shudders**
I was no princess in the first years I was here. I had to turn into an animal myself to survive my mom. I stayed away from people on purpose at that time. I knew on some level I wasn't fit company. I had walls, barriers, spikes, chains, armor, camo, you name it, on. And it stayed on, 24/7.
My mom tried to pull her mess with me after my care giving days started. I was working here, working at work, I was tired, I was just absolutely overworked on all levels, and amazing as it sounds, I'm still boggled looking back that somehow I really thought on some level that what I did already wasn't quite, no, not just QUITE, good enough. As I've also known on some level that yeah, it really was QUITE better than you deserved my dear mom... Anyway, yeah, I was a royal bitch. On night after a really long day working over time, I walked in the door and my mom just started blasting me about something. I mean, I was exhausted and I couldn't tell you what the hell she was on about, but our neighbor was over at the time. She was absolutely astonished. She looked at my mom like she had grown two heads, but wasn't surprised. She knew my mom's soul like I did and thought she was nuts, but had rarely, if ever, really SEEN her in action. Oh no. My mom kept THAT part of her personality well concealed...most of the time. Another time, another friend was over, and my so called cousin from Germany was here for a visit, too, when she dropped that mask a second time... Our friend Odetta, a former renter, said to me later that it was 'ugly'. She wasn't coming over too much after that... Anyway, my mom was at my door one night after a hard day, just going off.... I jerked that door open so hard she almost fell and I didn't do a thing to stop it. I got into her face, within an inch, and quietly told her that if she ever pulled the shit again, I would see her dead that night. And then I just stared at her. And kept just staring. She did not open her mouth. She didn't say a word. She never, ever came screaming at my door again either. I was not kidding with her. I was dead, no pun intended, serious.
NOW I understand all the takers and losers....they told her EXACTLY what she wanted to hear, all the time, and she ate that phony shit up like that dominant male humming bird drinks that nectar I put out... She blew my freaking mind.
Lucky for me, I have the last laugh. I beat the odds. I did not let the dark in me win here in the end. My mom has been too far gone to appreciate squat. I've done what I've done because no good person can really leave a pitiful, sad wreck like these mothers here, in shitty or dangerous conditions, and we make sure that these PEOPLE are alright, because that's who WE are. The good guys. I won. Not my mom. Not ever my mom. And it's peaceful here now to my core on that score.
Whew! Thanks everyone, for putting up with me.. **hugs you all** You've all got steel and granite in your souls, and you have to if you want to stay sane around people like our moms, simple as that. I had to become something else. Now I'm glad I can just be....me. And that's priceless. Hell and back. Yes indeed. And I'd do it again, over and over, if it meant being where I'm at now, today, which is such a better place without my mom all up in it. lol
NOW I understand all the takers and losers....they told her EXACTLY what she wanted to hear, all the time, and she ate that phony shit up like that dominant male humming bird drinks that nectar I put out... She blew my freaking mind.
Sorry if it didn't make any sense here. ha ha
So, do what needs to be done to reclaim you life, you sanity, your health and your life and happiness. What's the point in killing yourself? What will happen to your mom? A nursing home? Well - that's where she needs to be BEFORE YOU KILL YOURSELF!! Get help so that you can sort your feelings out and do the RIGHT THING for yourself and your mom.
DON'T GIVE UP!!! Life IS worth living.
I have to say however that you women are amazing that you have gone through this behavior with your parents for your entire lives and your a bright, articulate and caring enough to be on this site helping other women who are hurting.
Momsgoto: You do NOT want to hurt yourself, please never let this enter your mind again. You have a daughter who will someday have a child, your grandchild, that you will want to hug and kiss and help learn to walk. You have a son that is searching for his place in this world and going through college, some day soon he too will find the love of his life and have, your grand children. DO NOT LET YOUR MOTHER ROB YOU OF YOUR JOY, YOUR LIFE, YOUR LOVE, YOUR CHILDREN AND YOUR GRAND CHILDREN. She is like a thief in the night who comes to rob and steal from you.....you have every right to distance yourself from her and you should!
I do not know if you have siblings, but when you decide to distance yourself from her you may hear negative feedback from your siblings. They may ask you, "How could you do this to Mom?" They will be asking because now she is sitting on their phone or doorstep and they do not want to be bothered; for years you took all that off their table and now it is being sent back to them.
If you can walk away from her and look back with no guilt or regrets then by all means do it. You only have one life to live and why would you want to let her destroy it?
I am on your side and I believe you are truly justified. Send her a letter and tell her goodbye and best wishes.
God Bless you and keep you!