I have come to a point in my life where I think I want to write off both of my parents, and not have anything to do with them ever again.
I didn't have the worst childhood - surely many have had worse. But my mother is a very manipulative, controlling woman, and how she's felt and what she's going through had always been the most important thing growing up in our household. She always tried to make me and my brother feel very guilty - there was a time when I was 15 and we begged to be allowed to go to a baseball game, but for some reason or other she didn't want us to go, and got annoyed that we nagged her. The next morning she left a note on the table saying that because we had bugged her so much last night, she had to take a whole bunch of sleeping pills to calm down, and if she didn't wake up the next day it would be our fault. Crap like that.
The problem lately is that my brother, who turned out to be a junkie, has been terrorizing my family and especially my mother. He keeps breaking into her house and stealing from her. She keeps letting him move back in, and things will go well for awhile, but then he'll start using again and get all crazy. I lived with my mom until I was 25 and was helping her out because she is in poor health, but I finally left after my brother started breaking in, as I didn't like living in terror like that.
Last week it was my boyfriend's birthday, and I was planning a bunch of surprises for him when my mom called and told me my brother left rehab (for like the 5th time) and had broken into the house again, and locked some of the doors from the inside that she didn't carry keys for, so she wanted me to come over along with my dad and help her find a way to get into the house. I refused. She called and screamed at me and demanded to know why I didn't care about her and what she is going through.
The truth is, I don't think I do even care anymore. I have a lot of issues myself, and I am trying so hard to have a nice, sane, drama-free, peaceful life. Every time I hear about my brother breaking into my mom's house yet again (he's also stolen from my dad) it just stresses me out and the stress makes me ill and disrupts my own life. I'm angry at my mom because she once swore to me, when I was still living with her, that she would never let my brother move back in. Then a few months later she changed her mind, and when I protested, she got mad at me and said he was her child and it was her house and that I had better be nice to him. So I actually was very civil to him, but then a few months later he ends up stealing my mom's identity and racking up $15,000 in credit cards for her to deal with.
I have no intention of contacting my parents again, even though it makes me sad that I don't have a nice, healthy family. But it's just constant stress and BS with them. Memorial day was ruined because my brother overdosed, and 4th of July was ruined because when I showed up, my mother had a stained, sweaty shirt on and I refused to hug her (I had a white tank top on and was going on a date afterwards) and so she threw a tantrum, screamed at me, then ran up to lock herself in her bedroom and refused to come out.
Would I be out of line for writing my family off or should I be more understanding? I just have all of my own stress and feel like I can't take anyone else's
I didn't have the worst childhood - surely many have had worse. But my mother is a very manipulative, controlling woman, and how she's felt and what she's going through had always been the most important thing growing up in our household. She always tried to make me and my brother feel very guilty - there was a time when I was 15 and we begged to be allowed to go to a baseball game, but for some reason or other she didn't want us to go, and got annoyed that we nagged her. The next morning she left a note on the table saying that because we had bugged her so much last night, she had to take a whole bunch of sleeping pills to calm down, and if she didn't wake up the next day it would be our fault. Crap like that.
The problem lately is that my brother, who turned out to be a junkie, has been terrorizing my family and especially my mother. He keeps breaking into her house and stealing from her. She keeps letting him move back in, and things will go well for awhile, but then he'll start using again and get all crazy. I lived with my mom until I was 25 and was helping her out because she is in poor health, but I finally left after my brother started breaking in, as I didn't like living in terror like that.
Last week it was my boyfriend's birthday, and I was planning a bunch of surprises for him when my mom called and told me my brother left rehab (for like the 5th time) and had broken into the house again, and locked some of the doors from the inside that she didn't carry keys for, so she wanted me to come over along with my dad and help her find a way to get into the house. I refused. She called and screamed at me and demanded to know why I didn't care about her and what she is going through.
The truth is, I don't think I do even care anymore. I have a lot of issues myself, and I am trying so hard to have a nice, sane, drama-free, peaceful life. Every time I hear about my brother breaking into my mom's house yet again (he's also stolen from my dad) it just stresses me out and the stress makes me ill and disrupts my own life. I'm angry at my mom because she once swore to me, when I was still living with her, that she would never let my brother move back in. Then a few months later she changed her mind, and when I protested, she got mad at me and said he was her child and it was her house and that I had better be nice to him. So I actually was very civil to him, but then a few months later he ends up stealing my mom's identity and racking up $15,000 in credit cards for her to deal with.
I have no intention of contacting my parents again, even though it makes me sad that I don't have a nice, healthy family. But it's just constant stress and BS with them. Memorial day was ruined because my brother overdosed, and 4th of July was ruined because when I showed up, my mother had a stained, sweaty shirt on and I refused to hug her (I had a white tank top on and was going on a date afterwards) and so she threw a tantrum, screamed at me, then ran up to lock herself in her bedroom and refused to come out.
Would I be out of line for writing my family off or should I be more understanding? I just have all of my own stress and feel like I can't take anyone else's
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