A confusing encounter
by Hayley
(Birmingham)
Over the last weekend I went to my brother's wedding and had a pretty good time. Apart from it being a bit cold at first it was rather warm in the North west coast of England, and Blackpool was pretty well packed. This was all great, it was actually the day after that made me feel confused and a bit upset.
My mum seems to like going on about how my brother cannot get to see his eldest daughter, because her mum won't let him, kind of stands to reason considering what he did to me, and now his youngest is considered to be potentially at risk. I pointed out that what ever happens it isn't exactly going to give me the eight years back that he stole from me. At this point my mum asked me what I mean when I say that because I keep saying it. I replied that he took the years away from me when he was abusing me. At that point my mum pointed out that I had done things to hurt them as well like running away when I was 14.
I felt rather shocked at that statement. What was I supposed to do? Stay home and endure the abuse I was getting from her darling son and from her? Son of the year was sexually abusing me, and threatening me to keep quiet. Mum was yelling at me, calling me a bully because of an argument at school, admittedly I did lash out a tad unnecessarily. It was nothing but put downs from her and I was getting more and more fed up and depressed. It felt like a kick in the guts what she said and yet again she just pulled the floor out from under me. She seems to quite like doing that, even said that she doesn't want to keep hearing about my nights out with a friend I play hockey with. If that's the way she wants it then fine, she won't even get a text when my team the Vixens play away games.
It seems that whenever I have fun she doesn't want to hear about it, manipulates the hell out of me if she's had a bad shift at the hotel where she works. We had made so much headway, now she's just thrown me back to where I was years ago. Right now I'm considering sending her an email to say that I won't bother letting her know what I'm doing, she isn't interested in me, and made that pretty damn obvious. I'm supposed to be phoning her saturday on my break, I don't even know if I want to do that now why bother if she doesn't give a damn what I was going through when her little angel was abusing me and doesn't give a damn what I'm doing now?
Right now I just feel terrible, my own mother betrayed me or so it felt. If she can't see me at other than face value, then why the hell should I bother talking to her at all? :~(