Guest guest Posted December 15, 2001 Report Share Posted December 15, 2001 I felt like my heart would burst with love later, > for my children, but NEVER EVER, not once ever, for my witch/queen nada. > > Edith that is how it was for my sister who is bad split. It is actually easier for her to " leave " because as she says, there is nothing to lose. She was totally bad split all her life. My sis who died was bad split until she started giving money to the support of the family. This is my first experience of being bad split. kathleen Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 19, 2001 Report Share Posted December 19, 2001 --- thanksforthisday I witnessed a lot of > domestic violence > (both ways), and one night woke up to my mother > calling my > name. I woke up and walked to her room to find my > father > holding a twisted hanger around her neck as well as > a gun to > her head. Well, I calmly patted him and got him to > let me untwist > the hanger and I put the gun away and walked him to > the living > room indoor fish pond and lay down with him and > patted him > until he fell asleep weeping and then went to my > mother and > hugged her until she stopped crying and then went to > sleep > myself and then got dressed in the morning and went > to school. <snip> What a burden it was for me from that time on > to be my > mother's friend. And I was my father's friend too. > > So I think at a young age I had the pure love of an > innocent little > child. But by the time I was 10 I had total > enmeshment. > > I also was terribly hurt by witnessing the abuse of > my sisters. I > didn't know how to cope with that, but I didn't > have the courage to > confront her. I tried to pamper my sisters, but I > realize now that > that was the " good " interaction after an aftermath. Wow, Kathleen... what an awful experience. From what you posted here it appears you were the mommie/care taker to your sibs. No wonder you and they were so *close.* You all survived a battle zone. It can bond people in the strangest ways can't it... Cyndie __________________________________________________ Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 19, 2001 Report Share Posted December 19, 2001 --- thanksforthisday I witnessed a lot of > domestic violence > (both ways), and one night woke up to my mother > calling my > name. I woke up and walked to her room to find my > father > holding a twisted hanger around her neck as well as > a gun to > her head. Well, I calmly patted him and got him to > let me untwist > the hanger and I put the gun away and walked him to > the living > room indoor fish pond and lay down with him and > patted him > until he fell asleep weeping and then went to my > mother and > hugged her until she stopped crying and then went to > sleep > myself and then got dressed in the morning and went > to school. <snip> What a burden it was for me from that time on > to be my > mother's friend. And I was my father's friend too. > > So I think at a young age I had the pure love of an > innocent little > child. But by the time I was 10 I had total > enmeshment. > > I also was terribly hurt by witnessing the abuse of > my sisters. I > didn't know how to cope with that, but I didn't > have the courage to > confront her. I tried to pamper my sisters, but I > realize now that > that was the " good " interaction after an aftermath. Wow, Kathleen... what an awful experience. From what you posted here it appears you were the mommie/care taker to your sibs. No wonder you and they were so *close.* You all survived a battle zone. It can bond people in the strangest ways can't it... Cyndie __________________________________________________ Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 19, 2001 Report Share Posted December 19, 2001 --- thanksforthisday I witnessed a lot of > domestic violence > (both ways), and one night woke up to my mother > calling my > name. I woke up and walked to her room to find my > father > holding a twisted hanger around her neck as well as > a gun to > her head. Well, I calmly patted him and got him to > let me untwist > the hanger and I put the gun away and walked him to > the living > room indoor fish pond and lay down with him and > patted him > until he fell asleep weeping and then went to my > mother and > hugged her until she stopped crying and then went to > sleep > myself and then got dressed in the morning and went > to school. <snip> What a burden it was for me from that time on > to be my > mother's friend. And I was my father's friend too. > > So I think at a young age I had the pure love of an > innocent little > child. But by the time I was 10 I had total > enmeshment. > > I also was terribly hurt by witnessing the abuse of > my sisters. I > didn't know how to cope with that, but I didn't > have the courage to > confront her. I tried to pamper my sisters, but I > realize now that > that was the " good " interaction after an aftermath. Wow, Kathleen... what an awful experience. From what you posted here it appears you were the mommie/care taker to your sibs. No wonder you and they were so *close.* You all survived a battle zone. It can bond people in the strangest ways can't it... Cyndie __________________________________________________ Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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