Not your fault
Hey G
The very next night after I confronted my mother this past September about her not being my biological mother she called me in that she wanted to talk to me the next evening. So I went in and she started screaming at me that all I wanted was her money. She threatened to go to an assisted living facility which she wanted for many years but my father didn't want to go. Anyway, he died in July from elder abuse. My mother was screaming at him every day and wishing he was dead or would die. So he slept during the day and got up in the middle of the night to eat and went back to bed before she got up. That life was not sustainable for a man 104 years old. Anyway, it only took 3-4 months for him to die She didn't take care of him at all and nobody knew about it. Anyway, last June 11 was their 80th wedding anniversary, he was dead by July.
Anyway, back to my mother, in September we had a fight when she told me that all I want is her money and I told her to go to "her fucken assisted living facility". She called the police the next day and told them that I threw her out of the house. Within two weeks her niece and the caseworker from the adult abuse system from the county got my mother to take me off her "in trust for" bank accounts and made her niece a co-signer on her bank accounts and they removed her jewelry from the bank vault. She now pays $42,000/year for her assisted living home which is dirt cheap but she will run out of money in about 6 years. She was 99 this past August.
I guess what ticked her off is when I confronted her and I asked her how much did she pay for me. I knew I was smuggled out of Norway when I was a baby and they bought me as opposed to having to go through a legal city adoption agency. My parents might not have known that they just bought a "human trafficked" baby. My birth certificate was forged and my parents were put on as my biological parents. No adoption needed. The transaction took a day.
I haven't seen or spoken to her since. I have no intention of seeing or speaking to her. She fucked me royally. And of course, I never forgot the beatings I got from her. I remember having to sit on the floor crying and pleading to her not to hit me. She would just yell at me and I would have to take my shoes off and then take my pants and underpants off. I would stand up and she would pull my shirt up and hold my arm up in the air while she beat me all over with my father's belt. I also remember while I was jumping around while she beat me her leg would "accidentally" catch my leg and open me up and she would give me the belt in my junk. I would just go straight down to the floor where she left me curled up in a heap. I couldn't even cry. I felt like my insides were ripped out of me.
When she left she took no pictures of me, my wife, my kids, and my grandkids.
I never hit my kids and neither did my wife. Some screaming I'm sure went on but I never hit any of them. I'm glad you didn't either. I'm glad you were also able to reconcile with her because of her bipolar disorder. I figure hitting a child is in a fit of anger or a loss for words or like my mother just being evil.How about you? Were you able reconcile? Did you wind up hitting your children? I promised myself i'd never do it to my boys and I did not hit them regardless of what they did. I'll be honest, I they got yelled at by me, which I am sure was scary since I had so much anger built up from the abuses, but never hit.
The very next night after I confronted my mother this past September about her not being my biological mother she called me in that she wanted to talk to me the next evening. So I went in and she started screaming at me that all I wanted was her money. She threatened to go to an assisted living facility which she wanted for many years but my father didn't want to go. Anyway, he died in July from elder abuse. My mother was screaming at him every day and wishing he was dead or would die. So he slept during the day and got up in the middle of the night to eat and went back to bed before she got up. That life was not sustainable for a man 104 years old. Anyway, it only took 3-4 months for him to die She didn't take care of him at all and nobody knew about it. Anyway, last June 11 was their 80th wedding anniversary, he was dead by July.
Anyway, back to my mother, in September we had a fight when she told me that all I want is her money and I told her to go to "her fucken assisted living facility". She called the police the next day and told them that I threw her out of the house. Within two weeks her niece and the caseworker from the adult abuse system from the county got my mother to take me off her "in trust for" bank accounts and made her niece a co-signer on her bank accounts and they removed her jewelry from the bank vault. She now pays $42,000/year for her assisted living home which is dirt cheap but she will run out of money in about 6 years. She was 99 this past August.
I guess what ticked her off is when I confronted her and I asked her how much did she pay for me. I knew I was smuggled out of Norway when I was a baby and they bought me as opposed to having to go through a legal city adoption agency. My parents might not have known that they just bought a "human trafficked" baby. My birth certificate was forged and my parents were put on as my biological parents. No adoption needed. The transaction took a day.
I haven't seen or spoken to her since. I have no intention of seeing or speaking to her. She fucked me royally. And of course, I never forgot the beatings I got from her. I remember having to sit on the floor crying and pleading to her not to hit me. She would just yell at me and I would have to take my shoes off and then take my pants and underpants off. I would stand up and she would pull my shirt up and hold my arm up in the air while she beat me all over with my father's belt. I also remember while I was jumping around while she beat me her leg would "accidentally" catch my leg and open me up and she would give me the belt in my junk. I would just go straight down to the floor where she left me curled up in a heap. I couldn't even cry. I felt like my insides were ripped out of me.
When she left she took no pictures of me, my wife, my kids, and my grandkids.