I hate my mom
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My mom did inappropriate things around me (have sex with strange men, watch porn in my bedroom, etc.) but no one has ever blatantly said, "Chris, that's sexual abuse."
I hate my mom. I hate her a lot. And I have so much anger inside of me because of her. But anger is just a mask for fear. I am afraid of my mom and I always have been. Even from my earliest memories of her (2-3 years) she was scary in a way.
My biological father would get so mad at her and they both would argue endlessly for hours. My father was a very successful bankruptcy lawyer and my mother worked for him as a kind of secretary. It's not what she wanted to do, but it is what he "made" her do. He was always trying to "put her in her place" as he was taught to do. And my mom went along with it (or some of her personalities went along with it) because she was familiar with abuse and submission.
My father would pretend to hit her but instead he would hit the chair or object close by and throw it around a lot. My mom was terrified of him, but not of arguing with him. That's something I never understood.
My sister was barely home enough to know about all of the fights because she was being raised by her friends' parents.
I was only 3 years old and I knew that I couldn't make a sound when they argued. I was so terrified that they would hit me and argue at me or over me. Any time I made attention to myself they would argue over me. So I just sat on the couch as quiet as I could and I wasn't allowed to move until the argument was over.
My mom never held me. As a baby she did because it fit with one of her personalities. She had this little girl personality who loved to play with dolls and fed them and dress them and "play mom". But when I cried at night she never came. And when I needed attention during the day she was never there. I went through dozens of babysitters and daycare centers. My parents worked at the law firm for long hours and they would come home and fight with each other. So, they were never there.
When I became older (after being sexually abused) I was very repulsed by my mother. Even during the sexual abuse (at age 6) I would lay in my bed thinking about how I could go to the kitchen and get a knife and use it on my mother. WHAT SIX YEAR OLD CHILD THINKS LIKE THAT?!
But I was very repulsed when she would try to show affection to me. She loved to push my hair back (why!?!) and this really fucking annoyed me! In my head I scream and yell at her: STOP TOUCHING MY FUCKING HAIR YOU BITCH!! And I would always push her away. I didn't want to be touched by her. This would offend her, of course.
But then other times I would try to be close to her and she would totally blow up at me. She would go off and say things like: "I'M SO SICK OF YOU! I HATE YOU! YOU ARE A LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT!" And she would push me back into a corner and I couldn't go anywhere. I just wanted to her to love me. "GET OVER IT!," she would say.
But it wasn't like this when we watched porn together. It was our bonding. That's how she loved me. She would come into my room and watch porn with me at night. Maybe I relate sex to being close with my mother.
My mom did inappropriate things around me (have sex with strange men, watch porn in my bedroom, etc.) but no one has ever blatantly said, "Chris, that's sexual abuse."
I hate my mom. I hate her a lot. And I have so much anger inside of me because of her. But anger is just a mask for fear. I am afraid of my mom and I always have been. Even from my earliest memories of her (2-3 years) she was scary in a way.
My biological father would get so mad at her and they both would argue endlessly for hours. My father was a very successful bankruptcy lawyer and my mother worked for him as a kind of secretary. It's not what she wanted to do, but it is what he "made" her do. He was always trying to "put her in her place" as he was taught to do. And my mom went along with it (or some of her personalities went along with it) because she was familiar with abuse and submission.
My father would pretend to hit her but instead he would hit the chair or object close by and throw it around a lot. My mom was terrified of him, but not of arguing with him. That's something I never understood.
My sister was barely home enough to know about all of the fights because she was being raised by her friends' parents.
I was only 3 years old and I knew that I couldn't make a sound when they argued. I was so terrified that they would hit me and argue at me or over me. Any time I made attention to myself they would argue over me. So I just sat on the couch as quiet as I could and I wasn't allowed to move until the argument was over.
My mom never held me. As a baby she did because it fit with one of her personalities. She had this little girl personality who loved to play with dolls and fed them and dress them and "play mom". But when I cried at night she never came. And when I needed attention during the day she was never there. I went through dozens of babysitters and daycare centers. My parents worked at the law firm for long hours and they would come home and fight with each other. So, they were never there.
When I became older (after being sexually abused) I was very repulsed by my mother. Even during the sexual abuse (at age 6) I would lay in my bed thinking about how I could go to the kitchen and get a knife and use it on my mother. WHAT SIX YEAR OLD CHILD THINKS LIKE THAT?!
But I was very repulsed when she would try to show affection to me. She loved to push my hair back (why!?!) and this really fucking annoyed me! In my head I scream and yell at her: STOP TOUCHING MY FUCKING HAIR YOU BITCH!! And I would always push her away. I didn't want to be touched by her. This would offend her, of course.
But then other times I would try to be close to her and she would totally blow up at me. She would go off and say things like: "I'M SO SICK OF YOU! I HATE YOU! YOU ARE A LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT!" And she would push me back into a corner and I couldn't go anywhere. I just wanted to her to love me. "GET OVER IT!," she would say.
But it wasn't like this when we watched porn together. It was our bonding. That's how she loved me. She would come into my room and watch porn with me at night. Maybe I relate sex to being close with my mother.
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