singledad said:
Yes - there are always different ways of handling things, but sometimes one just isn't capable of seeing that. Look, I'm not about to defend her. Nothing she tells me can ever be an excuse for what she did. But it can be an explanation, which is an entirely different thing. It will never be OK. Too many things happened as a result of what she did, and nothing she does or says can turn back time and make those things not happen, or take away the pain of them happening. What can happen, is that I can get some understanding of why she did what she did, and that can help me let go of the anger I feel towards her, which in turn could possibly allow us to have some sort of relationship. Perhaps a relationship will never be possible - at this stage I really don't know yet.
At this point all I would be looking for is to be able to let the anger go, if and it's a big if, there is a chance of a relationship then great. But first you need to heal yourself.
singledad said:
Unfortunately for her, today is her turn to hear our side of the story. I think its really important that she should understand the impact her actions had on our lives, because I don't think she really gets it yet. She thinks that what she did was to abandon us. She doesn't know about the chain of events that she kicked of when she failed to do her duty as a mother. She's going to find out today, and I'm pretty sure she won't like to know that she was the one person who could have prevented all that
It is important for here to hear what happened after she left, but not cause she needs to understand, but because you guys need to get it off your chest. No matter what happens she can not go back in time and change what is. She can not make that hurt go away, she can not correct the mistakes of her past any more then you can change the things that happened. But getting to say it out loud, to the only other person who should understand, is a great way to "release" the demons. Just remember, she had her own demons.
Yes, we're a pretty messed up, dysfunctional family. The more I find out, the more I start to wonder how many generations in my family have lived like this, and then I just realise how lucky my brother and I am to have been able to break the cycle. We have four kids between us, and they are all very much loved, and are happy and well adjusted. And you know what? Healing is possible - it just takes work. Its been almost 16 years since I made the decision that I won't live my life as a victim of circumstance, and took control of my destiny, and since them I've come a really long way. Its still a work in progress, but just being able to communicate with my mother like a civilised adult, is a majour milestone for me.
My family is very dysfunctional also, I have a little story and it may or may not apply hear, but maybe you can take a little something from it. I have never really said much about it, but I have on occasion alluded to it. I have a step-father, who at one point in my life was a man I loved without question. Then one day he became a monster, at the time I was to young to really understand, as an adult though I can and have reconciled my childhood emotions with my more mature understanding.
I can remember car's running over my mom, knives held to her throat, cleaning blood off him cause he tried to bust through our window to get at my mom. I can remember being sent into the apartment...by the cops, to calm him down and bring him out (I was 7-9). We hid, we ran and he always found us and dragged us back. I remember my sister being ripped out of my arms as he kidnapped her and the guilt and the fear I had of him. Guilt cause this was not the man I loved, fear because he was beyond violent, the police were afraid of him.
Now having wrote all of that, I loved him, regardless of his actions. I learned years later that he had had brain surgery and had a metal plate placed in his head. It wasn't until that point that he became extremely violent, I can forgive him because it was out of his control. Medications were not working, you figure this was 30 years ago they did not know half of what they know now. When he died I was devastated, He died the most in human way, alone in a crack house of a diabetic coma. I grieved because regardless of what happened he never got the chance to get his life back together, I grieved becayse I never got the chance to tell him that I forgave him, cause I did. I grieved because while he was the reason my childhood was cruel, life had been just as cruel to him.