(bc I’ve been a bit of a screaming goober these past few days, Brain’s telling me it’s alright to give a bit of context 💜🐁)
In short, I have an incredibly toxic and lowkey dangerous mother. To the point where I needed intense PTSD therapy and am still recovering from a lifetime of infantilization, gaslighting, manipulation, and genuine life-threatening experiences. And every time I think things have settled down, she creates another explosion. And the healing process is delayed.
This is all exacerbated by the fact that she refuses to take any accountability for her actions, and is blinded by a childish pride that has reached levels now bordering on delusion. She thinks only of herself and immediately antagonizes those who disagree her. She has more than once called me names, threatened me, and straight up told me “Stop it, I’m watching something” when I approached her with suicidal ideations—all under the illusion that she is the best mother in the world, and that her children refuse to see that.
She also refuses to think about the future.
Years and years ago, my dad warned her that she’d run out of money if she refused to give a shit about what she was spending. And that reality came crashing down harrrddddd this year as she plunged herself into extreme financial debt, leaving her to leech off the rest of my family’s money (mine included). She’s on the path of losing a home that’s gone to shit, as well as losing both our dogs/one of which was adopted to aid with my anxiety and depression. And now this has become my responsibility, with the rest of my family refusing to communicate with each other/relying on me as a spokesperson.
At the end of the day, it could be worse. And I’m still grateful for the things I have/small slivers of independence I was able fight for over the years. And I’ve still got this place, I’ve still got friendo, I’ve still got BLORBOS <33333
Just gotta keep soldiering on.