Jenna520 Posted August 28, 2011 Report Share Posted August 28, 2011 This is a long story but I'll try my best to explain it the best way I know how without letting the aggravation and hurt play a factor on the way I describe it. So here goes..... Growing up, my mother was always "different". Don't get me wrong, there were times when she was very attentive because I was a sickly child. I was born very premature and was not expected to live. It was she who got me through. They sent me home from the hospital to let the family have time with me and told mom if she could get me to eat, I would have my best chance. So my mother fed me with an eye dropper little bits at a time every two hours around the clock until I was a whopping 30 lbs at 6 months! That takes dedication right there. LOL. Going from 4.1 lbs. to 30 lbs in 6 months is CRAZY! But she saved me. There are certain things that stick in my mind about growing up and more so now that I'm grown. I never knew which mom she was going to be on a day to day basis. Sometimes she was the best, other times I'd wake her up because I had peed the bed and I would get ridiculed so I got to the point that at a very young age I would change my wet clothes myself, try to find a dry spot, and lay there shivering until I fell back to sleep. Then ofcourse when I got old enough to have my own opinion about things and tell her I didn't like the lacey dresses she was sending me to school in because they irritated my skin extremely bad, she got angry. I have a first grade picture where my clothes are absolutely horrible and my shoes were falling apart. I remember they were so dirty and they smelled so bad, but that was the only shoes I had to wear. Not because we couldn't afford them, but because all the rest were dress shoes. All the way through school, I made straight A's, graduating with honors, heading down a successful road. Not once did she bother to look at my report card, or see that I did my homework. I remember my older brother helping me with questions I had about my work and signing my papers with his name when my parents were supposed to be the one to sign it. Dad worked 3 jobs, daylight to dark, so he was gone when I got up and gone when I went to sleep. I never saw him much so he never knew of my outstanding acheivements until I started bringing home plaques and awards in high school. Anyway, my mom always seemed to be a different person from day to day. I never knew which mom I was going to encounter when I got home from school. I loved her very much and prayed for the "real mom" and kept my fingers crossed when I got off the bus.When I was 17, my boyfriend, who was 5 years older than myself, asked my dad's permission to marry me in the future. Dad said yes. One morning while getting ready for school my mom told me that her and my dad wanted to speak with me. She told me they wanted me to get married that day. When I asked why, she said she felt it was the best. Dad didn't say much, but I saw his eyes brimming with tears. Mom told me to call my boyfriend, tell him to come on down, and that she would sign for me to get married that day. I couldn't understand that, but being 17 and thinking I was in love, I agreed and I was married by the end of the day. I went through hell in that marriage. And it wasn't until after the divorce that I found out that my mother had told my father that I was going to run away if they didn't let me get married. She had told him she had saw a date circled on my calender that said leaving, when there was no such truth to that. I wanted to go to college and the understanding between my fiancee and me was that it would be a long term engagement. I wanted to go to college. I was taking college classes my senior year of high school just to get a head start. Now I wonder why my mom wanted me out of the house so bad. My life would have been so different. In the 10 years, I've heard ludicrous allegations from her until it makes me sick. She accuses me of being on drugs, drinking, sleeping around, etc. If anyone has a thousand reasons not to do the above mentioned things, it would be me. I was completely the opposite of what she was telling my dad. Not until the last two years has my dad come to see that I'm not the child from hell that she has described. I do not know why she does this. She is very hurtful, disrespectful, especially in front of my children. She is obsessed with my oldest, my daughter, who thinks that whatever my mother says overrides what I say. My daughter told me once that my mom lets her call her mommy. That makes me sick. My mom has told me a thousand times that when she dies she doesn't want me at her funeral. She has actually asked me to give her my daughter!! She doesn't do anything for my son. She doesn't watch him, buy things for him, or anything. She knows that if I want to do something with my husband like go fishing that she is the only person I have to babysit. But she will watch my oldest and not my son. She doesn't want me to get to have any sort of enjoyment whatsoever. She is a habitual liar. She often causes problems with me and my dad because she will come off with something completely absurd and he believes it. He always says "why would your mom lie" and then thinks I'm disrespectful to her when I tell her she's not telling the truth. She has lost all touch with reality it seems. She has 5 other grandkids besides my daughter that she has hardly anything to do with. I know she enabled my brother's addiction, which killed him a few months ago, and she lies about that. Now, she's got my dad believing that it was murder and not an accidental overdose, when she knows different. I don't know what her problem is. I really think she needs help but how do you get someone to go get help. What in this world is wrong with her? I'm tired of hearing how I'm not her daughter, how much she can't stand me, and having her call over 10 times a day just to say something hurtful. If I don't answer the phone, my dad will call and leave a message because she tells him some big elaborate lie. I don't know what to do. Is this bipolar or what? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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