WhatDoesTheFoxSay?
Hold your head high, and your middle finger higher
- Dec 25, 2020
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I have made my decision.
My family is not my friend. I have no one, and I'll have to learn to walk alone.
I give up on my mother. All along, I thought my narcissistic father was the only one to blame, but in recent years, I realised that she too, is part of the problem—just as pathological, if not even worse. Due to her being a fellow victim of his mistreatment, I have been hesitant to acknowledge this, but what happened this morning is the last straw.
I have been wounded too many times to put my trust in her anymore. This morning's outing was soured by yet another sermon of toxic positivity and forced gratitude. Worst of all, I made a grave mistake in opening up to her about my desire to do volunteer work. Because I was met with yet another disappointing slap in the face, as she went all Negative Nelly about how I could be exploited, as well as the fact that this kind of work will not put food on the table.
I decided that I will no longer be responsible for her or her happiness. I will no longer make excuses for her behaviour. I'll just have to accept that she has been, and will be, the way she is, and I will not mourn what could have been. I will not waste another ounce of energy trying to change her mind or win her approval for any decision I make in my life. I've been riding the yin-yang roller-coaster of her emotions—sunny one moment then pouring the next. I'm tired of simultaneously playing the role of therapist and punching bag. She doesn't realise how draining it is to be around her!
From now on, I will police our interactions and make sure I don't give away more than I should. Our conversations will be brief, impersonal, and unemotional. Just because you're family, it doesn't mean you're entitled to every single little detail of my life.
My family is not my friend. I have no one, and I'll have to learn to walk alone.
I give up on my mother. All along, I thought my narcissistic father was the only one to blame, but in recent years, I realised that she too, is part of the problem—just as pathological, if not even worse. Due to her being a fellow victim of his mistreatment, I have been hesitant to acknowledge this, but what happened this morning is the last straw.
I have been wounded too many times to put my trust in her anymore. This morning's outing was soured by yet another sermon of toxic positivity and forced gratitude. Worst of all, I made a grave mistake in opening up to her about my desire to do volunteer work. Because I was met with yet another disappointing slap in the face, as she went all Negative Nelly about how I could be exploited, as well as the fact that this kind of work will not put food on the table.
I decided that I will no longer be responsible for her or her happiness. I will no longer make excuses for her behaviour. I'll just have to accept that she has been, and will be, the way she is, and I will not mourn what could have been. I will not waste another ounce of energy trying to change her mind or win her approval for any decision I make in my life. I've been riding the yin-yang roller-coaster of her emotions—sunny one moment then pouring the next. I'm tired of simultaneously playing the role of therapist and punching bag. She doesn't realise how draining it is to be around her!
From now on, I will police our interactions and make sure I don't give away more than I should. Our conversations will be brief, impersonal, and unemotional. Just because you're family, it doesn't mean you're entitled to every single little detail of my life.
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