I feel the same way. My mom tries... kinda. Shes a middle class lady, not terrible but kind of selfish. Stuff i should be able to look past though. Shes with this guy, who ive been having dreams about recently for some reason he's douchey. Not a terrible guy, i get along with him but i get kind of irritated with him. It was only recently that i pieced together why i feel the way i do though. My first memory was before i could talk, i was at the top of the stairs at our first house when my parents were still together. I must have knocked the baby gate over and i started tumbling down the stairs in what seemed like slow motion. My memory is only of being upside down and seeing in the living room, then my mom running to the bottom of the stairs to get me. Thats where the memory cuts out. When i was upside down i saw my mom and who is now my step dad sitting on the couch together. Recently i pieced together that he shouldnt have been in the picture yet, but there he was on the couch. Turns out my mom was cheating on my dad while he was at work (probably all the time with this dude) and im guessing my mom stuck me upstairs while they did whatever. That must have had a weird phsychological effect on me because now i dont even like talking to my mother. Again, this was my first memory before i could even talk. It took me explaining it to my dad fairly recently for me to actually figure out what was going on. So, thats my experience of why i cant stand my own mother.
Is it normal that I can't "forgive" my mother?
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I feel the same way. My mom tries... kinda. Shes a middle class lady, not terrible but kind of selfish. Stuff i should be able to look past though. Shes with this guy, who ive been having dreams about recently for some reason he's douchey. Not a terrible guy, i get along with him but i get kind of irritated with him. It was only recently that i pieced together why i feel the way i do though. My first memory was before i could talk, i was at the top of the stairs at our first house when my parents were still together. I must have knocked the baby gate over and i started tumbling down the stairs in what seemed like slow motion. My memory is only of being upside down and seeing in the living room, then my mom running to the bottom of the stairs to get me. Thats where the memory cuts out. When i was upside down i saw my mom and who is now my step dad sitting on the couch together. Recently i pieced together that he shouldnt have been in the picture yet, but there he was on the couch. Turns out my mom was cheating on my dad while he was at work (probably all the time with this dude) and im guessing my mom stuck me upstairs while they did whatever. That must have had a weird phsychological effect on me because now i dont even like talking to my mother. Again, this was my first memory before i could even talk. It took me explaining it to my dad fairly recently for me to actually figure out what was going on. So, thats my experience of why i cant stand my own mother.