Yesterday i saw the therapist and it was tough. I played a tape of SOME of those hateful phone calls. We did a lot of talking, I cried profusely--and I am not a pretty crier! I admitted to her that I think my family would have been better off if two years ago, when my mother was at death's door after a months-long drinking binge--God, this is so difficult to say!
I said we all might have been better off if she had died. How terrible is that? I feel like shit but part of it is true. :upset: She is mean and miserable and unhappy and destroys everyone and everthing in her path. She hates everyone including herself. Yes, we would have grieved for the loss of the woman she was and could be, but that woman is gone.
After a period of grieving we could have gotten our lives back on track, resumed normal behavior, lived normal--not fearful and distressing lives. Maybe we could be happy and even have a conversation that did not involve what to do about mother's behavior?
Is that a horrid thing to think? My therapist says not, but I wonder. God, I don't want my children to ever think that about me. Or my husband to ever think about the things he could do is not saddled with a drunk.
Anyway, that is where I am now. Last night I informed my family that I am distancing myself from our mother---kind of hoping they would relay the message to her. Guess I have to do it myself but am not looking forward to it. Some of my siblings think I am being cruel--some agree I need to protect myself.
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