There has been little to no contact with the parental units since, oh I don't know when. Christmas maybe? We see one another in passing. We nod, sorta wave. I have sent pics of the kids to Mother a couple times. She texted me pics of stuff she was getting rid of to see if I wanted them before she donated to charity. That's about it.
TBH, I am terrified to open a door. Life is good. It's relatively calm and quiet. The only drama is when DS yells for DD to get out of his room and she scoots out into the hall just mere inches from his bedroom carpet. "Technically" out, but still too close. Enter, a fight. Anyway. My life is sometimes crazy, but moving in a positive direction overall. Wonderful friends, making memories, working with QS on his depression and FOO, on and on. WHY would I willingly engage with the legitimate crazy that is my FOO? It just doesn't seem worth it to me. Kwim? Maybe I'm being too hard on them? (Oh the irony.)
Sunday I shocked myself. Mother was standing outside after service and before I could stop myself, my mouth opened and I invited her out to lunch today for her birthday. Jesus help me. Was that courage or stupidity!? I guess I will find out in a couple hours.
QS left me a note this morning. He said he was proud of me and to "wear whatever you want to and don't let her talk smack or it will be the last time she goes out with you".
My stomach is in knots. Fear. Apprehension. Present and accounted for. I feel like I need to tell the kids, "Don't mention this...don't talk about that...don't tell her about..." just because I don't want to get "a look" or stupid comment/question, and feel I have to explain myself. *sigh*
Don't be scared. You no ahead of time what you are walking into. Have every expectation that all your fears will be confirmed. Anything else will be a pleasant surprise.
Keep DETACH in mind. She knows what your position and views are, just don't go into this expecting her to have suddenly change.
Good for you to have the courage to make this attempt.
Fear is ok. Embrace it. Stick to your boundaries. Don't answer questions you don't want to answer.
I think you made a very sweet gesture by inviting your mother to lunch to celebrate her birthday. It says that she's still your mom and you love her, even if you can't be around her that often.
I hope she respects your boundaries, and that you both have a nice visit.
You've GOT this.
And never grow a wishbone, daughter, where your backbone ought to be. ― Sarah McMane
The people you do your life with shape the life you live
"Courage is being scared to death and saddling up anyway." - Aubrie
I hope the lunch goes smoothly!
She is who she is. You are your awesome self. You can't change her. If she chooses to judge you with a look or a comment it's on her. It doesn't have to affect you. You are still your same awesome self. She can take it or leave it...like it or lump it.
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Profoundly grateful Every. Single. Day. that I am blessed with an H with strength, integrity, and compassion, and that he decided to try.
Went ok. I gave her flowers and a generic birthday card. That hurt more than I thought it would. I have always picked epic awesome birthday cards for her in the past that make her cry. I never dreamed *I* would be shopping for a generic, non-emotional card for my mother.
A mutual friend was also at lunch with us so it made the awkwardness not quite so awkward. But it was still very weird. Very detached. 90% of what she said at the table was new news. I don't know what's going on in her life anymore. And she still has no clue about whats new in our lives because there wasn't ever an opportunity for the kids or I to have to expound on it. Which is fine. Beats having to explain (or feeling like I need to) anything.
Dropped her off, and went about my day. I told my husband, "She's someone I used to know.". That makes me so very sad. It's over. I made it thru. Now I can cry.
Thinking of you today.
You have been working so hard to be true to & love yourself ---& you are brave & kind. We are all proud of you!
I don't know if it is so much that she is someone you used to know, as it is she is someone you are learning to know.
you now have the power. how much or how little she is involved in your lives is up to you. find your comfort zones with her.
once again great job. I know it hurts,.
I am sorry for that.
I'm glad that you were able to get through it mostly unscathed emotionally, but I'm sad that you feel as though your mother is a near-stranger to you. My wife's relationship with her mother is very similar, and it sucks for both of you that the healthiest thing you can do is to keep your moms at arm's length.
And you can say, "Well as long as your boundaries are up and she doesn't cross them, then talk to her." I can't. I cannot find that "happy medium" with her. Not only that but *I* am the one doing all the "reaching out". I am not going to fight to have a relationship with her. The road and phone run both ways woman. Get over yourself. And then there's the matter of dad coaching her. And we all know he is the divine author of fairness and discernment.
She has been "replaced". How sad to have to replace your mother. I have three very close friends who have become so dear to me. They are who I talk to, open up to, cry to, laugh with, visit with. They support and respect me. But it was too much for my mother to accept. I am not worth it to her. And she sees everything thru the skewed delusional lens my dad puts in front of her.
I'm tying so hard to look at this from all angles and be fair and be forgiving yet not betray myself. Its absolutely crazymaking.
It's so very sad that your mother is unable or unwilling to think for herself, and then to possibly have a healthier, boundary respectful, relationship with you.
I keep my mother at arm's length, as well. I breathe easier without having her constantly trying to bring me down.
It does get easier, with that dreaded four letter word: time.
Hang in there Aubrie. I'm happy you have people that you are close to, that are there to share your laughter and your tears.
I can totally relate. I spent so much time, effort and energy trying to get my mom to accept and love me that I totally lost myself. It isn't fair, but I've learned to simply stick to the basics. Nothing is ever good enough for my mother, so it is better to not even try.
When I was accepted to law school, instead of a happy response my mother asked why I didn't just get a real job. I was petrified to tell her that I was pregnant with my now 5 year old even though I was married, had a full time job, very successful, etc. She is just a miserable person who makes it her life's work to make everyone else miserable.
It took a long time for me to get it through to myself that I needed to let go of my desire to have a normal mother/daughter relationship with my mom. It is never going to happen. Once I was finally able to drill that into my head, things have become easier for me, and they will for you too.
I mourned the loss of what should have been for a long time. Go ahead and cry. It is normal. You are doing a great job hanging in there.
