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My parents never pretended to love one another, instead they started on a

campaign to destroy one another that spread over my entire life and has only

paused slightly as I've reached the 30 year old mark.  Their unabashed hatred

for each other was a swath of confusion and reckless neglect over my young

life.  I completely understand where you're coming from.

 

I learned love from 2-3 good friends in school that stayed with me throughout my

life.  Without them I would have been lost to a world of using, abusing and bad

places.  Dark, lonely places.  It's amazing what a few compassionate, good

hearted people can do if you are able to just hang on long enough to see the

light of unconditonal love.  It's never too late to recognize love.  It does

happen ... it just takes time.  And I put those people through hell ... I didn't

know how to trust or be a good friend.  I had no idea what a good person even

was because of the nastiness that had been busily grooming me to be vengeful and

mean.  Luckily I rejected them at the core of myself and hung on to the tiny

threads of hope that I was able to weave together into a semblance of happiness

as time wound on.

 

I promise there are people out there whose hearts will help you learn love.  It

can and will happen.  I am living proof, so I know in my heart it can happen for

you.

-S

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That's a great question, mr z, and I'm very interested to hear what

the group has to say about it because I'm struggling with that issue

myself. That's so amazing, I've had those same dreams that I'm just

really letting loose a verbal assault on my nada, telling her off

really good!

RE learning to love: my parents gave me two role choices in a

love/marriage relationship: the scary, mean, dominant partner (nada)

and the passive, powerless, non-confrontational partner (dad).

I didn't want to be either one, so I chose neither.

I am now and always have been single, and dated very, very rarely. I

suppose I might even have avoidant personality disorder, as I am a

loner and only very recently began making more than one friend at a

time. I now have a group of friends and enjoy joining in on fun social

activities with them.

So, yes:

When you are told, over and over, that the beatings and the emotional

battering and other punishments happen because nada loves you,

and

When you are then forced to show love and affection for the person who

just beat the crap out of you, and never hint that you actually feel

angry, terrified, hurt, and never want them to touch you again,

and

When the submissive parent who supposedly also loves you turns a blind

eye and allows this to happen, over and over,

then...

how do you un-do *that* kind of conditioning and learn to give and

accept love the way its supposed to exist (without physical and

emotional battery included)?

-Annie

>

> One of the hardest things for me to face is my ACTUAL feelings towards

> my parents. The truth is, I HATE them. That's my true emotion. In my

> dreams at night, I scream at them " I hate you! " And that's what I want

> to be able to say to my parents in the light of day.

>

> It's kind of scary. No one in our society is supposed to hate their

> parents. But they used me & my sister as their emotional lightning

> rods & I hate them for it. They used me to prop up their unhappy

> marriage...I hate the for that, too. They made me responsible for

> their tormented emotions & their unhappiness.

>

> I don't want revenge, but I want them to know how much evil they

> spread in the name of pretending to be Mr. & Mrs. Perfect. I wish I

> could rub their faces in their own mess--then change my name, change

> my life and move on. I wish I could erase the past and start

> fresh...this time knowing & experiencing what real love is. I'm

clueless.

>

> How do you learn about true love when all you ever knew was false love

> & hatred?

>

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Thanks for your response. Very well put.

We were forced to lick the boots of our tormentors.

That leaves emotional scars ( & a bad taste in your mouth!).

Like you, all throughout my childhood I had one 'trusted' friend at a

time.

One betrayed me badly.

One died at age 11.

One I lost when we moved a few miles away & my nada prevented us from

seeing each other.

It's amazing that I ever married --but I'm married, divorced, &

remarried to the same person. Not a simple happy life trajectory...my

story reads like a bad drugstore novel!

Relationships have been tough for me. I definitely avoid people. A

classic loner. I prefer my books and my sketch pad. I enjoy company,

but I never initiate a gathering.

I know that I have loved, but it was often in an obsessive,

over-the-top, needy way. I was looking for a mother, a father, a

lover, a teacher...EVERYTHING all rolled into one. I'm attracted to

damaged people...there's a huge magnetic pull towards dysfunction.

I know I'm getting better, but I don't know where to go with my

boiling rage...that hate...I'm NC so the hatred keeps coming out in my

dreams. I hope it eventually simmers down.

> >

> > One of the hardest things for me to face is my ACTUAL feelings towards

> > my parents. The truth is, I HATE them. That's my true emotion. In my

> > dreams at night, I scream at them " I hate you! " And that's what I want

> > to be able to say to my parents in the light of day.

> >

> > It's kind of scary. No one in our society is supposed to hate their

> > parents. But they used me & my sister as their emotional lightning

> > rods & I hate them for it. They used me to prop up their unhappy

> > marriage...I hate the for that, too. They made me responsible for

> > their tormented emotions & their unhappiness.

> >

> > I don't want revenge, but I want them to know how much evil they

> > spread in the name of pretending to be Mr. & Mrs. Perfect. I wish I

> > could rub their faces in their own mess--then change my name, change

> > my life and move on. I wish I could erase the past and start

> > fresh...this time knowing & experiencing what real love is. I'm

> clueless.

> >

> > How do you learn about true love when all you ever knew was false love

> > & hatred?

> >

>

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I found that I couldn't give into my feelings of hate for my father until after

he was dead and then I screamed at his grave about all the abuse I wanted

to tell him about while he was alive, both from him, nada and bada. No doubt he

would have disowned me had I said any of it. It didn't matter that he was dead,

it mattered that I could finally tell him about what he had done to me and not

be shot down or interrupted. I vascillate between love and hate for my family

right now. It depends on what they have done to me lately. But I am getting

better at indifference. The more I disentangle from their BS, the better I am

and the more confident I am to tell them the truth when they come after me. I am

changing and I don't give a F*** what they think about that anymore.

They are quickly becoming irrelevant. I have a ways to go, but I have come so

far. You can as well.

Be strong.

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Thanks for your response. Very well put.

We were forced to lick the boots of our tormentors.

That leaves emotional scars ( & a bad taste in your mouth!).

Like you, all throughout my childhood I had one 'trusted' friend at a

time.

One betrayed me badly.

One died at age 11.

One I lost when we moved a few miles away & my nada prevented us from

seeing each other.

It's amazing that I ever married --but I'm married, divorced, &

remarried to the same person. Not a simple happy life trajectory.. .my

story reads like a bad drugstore novel!

Relationships have been tough for me. I definitely avoid people. A

classic loner. I prefer my books and my sketch pad. I enjoy company,

but I never initiate a gathering.

I know that I have loved, but it was often in an obsessive,

over-the-top, needy way. I was looking for a mother, a father, a

lover, a teacher...EVERYTHIN G all rolled into one. I'm attracted to

damaged people....there' s a huge magnetic pull towards dysfunction.

I know I'm getting better, but I don't know where to go with my

boiling rage...that hate....I'm NC so the hatred keeps coming out in my

dreams. I hope it eventually simmers down.

> >

> > One of the hardest things for me to face is my ACTUAL feelings towards

> > my parents. The truth is, I HATE them. That's my true emotion. In my

> > dreams at night, I scream at them " I hate you! " And that's what I want

> > to be able to say to my parents in the light of day.

> >

> > It's kind of scary. No one in our society is supposed to hate their

> > parents. But they used me & my sister as their emotional lightning

> > rods & I hate them for it. They used me to prop up their unhappy

> > marriage...I hate the for that, too. They made me responsible for

> > their tormented emotions & their unhappiness.

> >

> > I don't want revenge, but I want them to know how much evil they

> > spread in the name of pretending to be Mr. & Mrs. Perfect. I wish I

> > could rub their faces in their own mess--then change my name, change

> > my life and move on. I wish I could erase the past and start

> > fresh...this time knowing & experiencing what real love is. I'm

> clueless.

> >

> > How do you learn about true love when all you ever knew was false love

> > & hatred?

> >

>

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Mr. Z,

I know just how you feel. I hate my nada. I am not NC or LC. She is very

much involved in my son's and my life. When she is in one of her moods and

ready to pick an argument with me, I normally let it all go. It feels so good

to yell at her and tell her how I fell about her. I just give it right back to

her. When she complains about my behavior or appearance I respond with, " you

made me, blame yourself for this mess. " It doesn't change anything because she

will never admit fault, but it feels good to let it out.

I think you can't help but hate parents who have treated you in such a

terrible way as yours have treated you. You were a young, impressionable child.

You were abused. And like yourself, I have always been a loner. It has taken

me most of my life to develop the skills to make friends. Part of the inversion

for me is the fact that I've always had to hide my thoughts and feelings and

true self from my nada, so I have done this with the rest of the world as well.

I don't think your parents deserve your love. They have made your life very

difficult. The best thing is to go NC. Maybe a therapist can help you work

through some of the anger. Hang in there. Life is difficult and very unfair.

Just know that you are not the only soul on this earth that must deal with

hatred of parents.

" mr.zarkley " wrote:

Thanks for your response. Very well put.

We were forced to lick the boots of our tormentors.

That leaves emotional scars ( & a bad taste in your mouth!).

Like you, all throughout my childhood I had one 'trusted' friend at a

time.

One betrayed me badly.

One died at age 11.

One I lost when we moved a few miles away & my nada prevented us from

seeing each other.

It's amazing that I ever married --but I'm married, divorced, &

remarried to the same person. Not a simple happy life trajectory...my

story reads like a bad drugstore novel!

Relationships have been tough for me. I definitely avoid people. A

classic loner. I prefer my books and my sketch pad. I enjoy company,

but I never initiate a gathering.

I know that I have loved, but it was often in an obsessive,

over-the-top, needy way. I was looking for a mother, a father, a

lover, a teacher...EVERYTHING all rolled into one. I'm attracted to

damaged people...there's a huge magnetic pull towards dysfunction.

I know I'm getting better, but I don't know where to go with my

boiling rage...that hate...I'm NC so the hatred keeps coming out in my

dreams. I hope it eventually simmers down.

> >

> > One of the hardest things for me to face is my ACTUAL feelings towards

> > my parents. The truth is, I HATE them. That's my true emotion. In my

> > dreams at night, I scream at them " I hate you! " And that's what I want

> > to be able to say to my parents in the light of day.

> >

> > It's kind of scary. No one in our society is supposed to hate their

> > parents. But they used me & my sister as their emotional lightning

> > rods & I hate them for it. They used me to prop up their unhappy

> > marriage...I hate the for that, too. They made me responsible for

> > their tormented emotions & their unhappiness.

> >

> > I don't want revenge, but I want them to know how much evil they

> > spread in the name of pretending to be Mr. & Mrs. Perfect. I wish I

> > could rub their faces in their own mess--then change my name, change

> > my life and move on. I wish I could erase the past and start

> > fresh...this time knowing & experiencing what real love is. I'm

> clueless.

> >

> > How do you learn about true love when all you ever knew was false love

> > & hatred?

> >

>

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Like you, not only did I have to hide my thoughts & feelings, I had to

act like a robot, fulfilling the needs of my parents.

Last night I remembered a time in my childhood when I started to

outgrow & reject dolls. If I could have had my way then, I would have

gotten rid of all my dolls (especially the baby dolls!). I would have

created a cabinet of natural wonders...rocks, seashells, butterflies.

At that exact transitional moment, my fada got it into his head to

make me a HUGE featureless dollhouse. I was not allowed to say no. I

had to act grateful. I had to pretend that I was happy watching him

build it. I had to pretend to play with it when it was finished.

I HATED this dollhouse. Just the sight of it filled me with revulsion.

I was embarrassed when friends came over and saw it in a prominent

place. It was so big that there was no possibility of trying to hide it.

I can see now that my needs, desires, opinions didn't matter. But

worse than that, I had to play-act the role of the perfect child. I

was another doll in the dollhouse that could be placed randomly around

the house...told what to do...how to think...how to act.

I also see this moment as a symbol of my nada/fada not wanting me to

grow up & leave the house. It was an unspoken rule that I had to stay

close & take care of them. If they succeeded in holding me

back--freezing my development, they would have had a better shot at this.

Love fosters growth & development.

Evil rigidly tries to hold things in place and keep things in

line...squash development & growth.

I hate them for that.

> > >

> > > One of the hardest things for me to face is my ACTUAL feelings

towards

> > > my parents. The truth is, I HATE them. That's my true emotion. In my

> > > dreams at night, I scream at them " I hate you! " And that's what

I want

> > > to be able to say to my parents in the light of day.

> > >

> > > It's kind of scary. No one in our society is supposed to hate their

> > > parents. But they used me & my sister as their emotional lightning

> > > rods & I hate them for it. They used me to prop up their unhappy

> > > marriage...I hate the for that, too. They made me responsible for

> > > their tormented emotions & their unhappiness.

> > >

> > > I don't want revenge, but I want them to know how much evil they

> > > spread in the name of pretending to be Mr. & Mrs. Perfect. I wish I

> > > could rub their faces in their own mess--then change my name, change

> > > my life and move on. I wish I could erase the past and start

> > > fresh...this time knowing & experiencing what real love is. I'm

> > clueless.

> > >

> > > How do you learn about true love when all you ever knew was

false love

> > > & hatred?

> > >

> >

>

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Wow! The dead can't invalidate, lie, or interrupt. They can't run

away. They finally have to face you...your words...your truth.

I think I'm getting it. I don't have to scream " I hate you! " at my

nada/fada, to their faces...but I REALLY like announcing it here.

I like being able to write: I hate my parents.

That's it. That's how I feel. It feels good to put in in writing.

Healing from all this is a strange, strange journey.

Thanks for letting me vent.

> > >

> > > One of the hardest things for me to face is my ACTUAL feelings

towards

> > > my parents. The truth is, I HATE them. That's my true emotion. In my

> > > dreams at night, I scream at them " I hate you! " And that's what

I want

> > > to be able to say to my parents in the light of day.

> > >

> > > It's kind of scary. No one in our society is supposed to hate their

> > > parents. But they used me & my sister as their emotional lightning

> > > rods & I hate them for it. They used me to prop up their unhappy

> > > marriage...I hate the for that, too. They made me responsible for

> > > their tormented emotions & their unhappiness.

> > >

> > > I don't want revenge, but I want them to know how much evil they

> > > spread in the name of pretending to be Mr. & Mrs. Perfect. I wish I

> > > could rub their faces in their own mess--then change my name, change

> > > my life and move on. I wish I could erase the past and start

> > > fresh...this time knowing & experiencing what real love is. I'm

> > clueless.

> > >

> > > How do you learn about true love when all you ever knew was

false love

> > > & hatred?

> > >

> >

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

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Wow. I had an almost identical experience. I hated dolls. Mom

kept buying me Barbies, though. Once I got so frustrated that I cut

the Barbies' hair off, popped off their heads and threw them down

the stairs. Of course, I got in big trouble for that. Not much

longer after that I asked for a handheld basketball game for

Christmas. I got...a dollhouse. My brother got the exact game I

had asked for. When I expressed my disappointment I was told that I

should be grateful, and how ashamed they were of me.

> > > >

> > > > One of the hardest things for me to face is my ACTUAL

feelings

> towards

> > > > my parents. The truth is, I HATE them. That's my true

emotion. In my

> > > > dreams at night, I scream at them " I hate you! " And that's

what

> I want

> > > > to be able to say to my parents in the light of day.

> > > >

> > > > It's kind of scary. No one in our society is supposed to

hate their

> > > > parents. But they used me & my sister as their emotional

lightning

> > > > rods & I hate them for it. They used me to prop up their

unhappy

> > > > marriage...I hate the for that, too. They made me

responsible for

> > > > their tormented emotions & their unhappiness.

> > > >

> > > > I don't want revenge, but I want them to know how much evil

they

> > > > spread in the name of pretending to be Mr. & Mrs. Perfect. I

wish I

> > > > could rub their faces in their own mess--then change my

name, change

> > > > my life and move on. I wish I could erase the past and start

> > > > fresh...this time knowing & experiencing what real love is.

I'm

> > > clueless.

> > > >

> > > > How do you learn about true love when all you ever knew was

> false love

> > > > & hatred?

> > > >

> > >

> >

> >

> >

> >

> >

> >

> >

> >

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Wow, what a place to hear your heart sing, I am now about one month from nc with

the nada.  I call her by her first name and I have sent to Hospice, and any one

concerned that I want no contact.  I do not even want to know when they die. 

Also I am very clear that it's time for my life, completely.  Just awaiting my

expulsion from Grad school as they do not understand the delimas of a BPD

family.  I will appeal, but once again another turmoil.  I have wanted my

education for years and I am not going to hold back anymore for anyone.  I am

going to have my own life. 

No contact is a great place, if you need drama, turn on the t.v. just for a

secound loud, there you go BPD.  No problem, cures me! 

I am enjoying art classes, riding my new horse, our newly built home, yeah,

freedom to cut my roses, fix dinner on time, took a long time to get here. 

Feels good. 

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Wow! The dead can't invalidate, lie, or interrupt. They can't run

away. They finally have to face you...your words...your truth.

I think I'm getting it. I don't have to scream " I hate you! " at my

nada/fada, to their faces...but I REALLY like announcing it here.

I like being able to write: I hate my parents.

That's it. That's how I feel. It feels good to put in in writing.

Healing from all this is a strange, strange journey.

Thanks for letting me vent.

> > >

> > > One of the hardest things for me to face is my ACTUAL feelings

towards

> > > my parents. The truth is, I HATE them. That's my true emotion. In my

> > > dreams at night, I scream at them " I hate you! " And that's what

I want

> > > to be able to say to my parents in the light of day.

> > >

> > > It's kind of scary. No one in our society is supposed to hate their

> > > parents. But they used me & my sister as their emotional lightning

> > > rods & I hate them for it. They used me to prop up their unhappy

> > > marriage...I hate the for that, too. They made me responsible for

> > > their tormented emotions & their unhappiness.

> > >

> > > I don't want revenge, but I want them to know how much evil they

> > > spread in the name of pretending to be Mr. & Mrs. Perfect. I wish I

> > > could rub their faces in their own mess--then change my name, change

> > > my life and move on. I wish I could erase the past and start

> > > fresh...this time knowing & experiencing what real love is. I'm

> > clueless.

> > >

> > > How do you learn about true love when all you ever knew was

false love

> > > & hatred?

> > >

> >

>

>

>

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>

>

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yeeouch. what the hell is wrong with these people? giving the game

you wanted to your brother? WTF?!

> > > > >

> > > > > One of the hardest things for me to face is my ACTUAL

> feelings

> > towards

> > > > > my parents. The truth is, I HATE them. That's my true

> emotion. In my

> > > > > dreams at night, I scream at them " I hate you! " And that's

> what

> > I want

> > > > > to be able to say to my parents in the light of day.

> > > > >

> > > > > It's kind of scary. No one in our society is supposed to

> hate their

> > > > > parents. But they used me & my sister as their emotional

> lightning

> > > > > rods & I hate them for it. They used me to prop up their

> unhappy

> > > > > marriage...I hate the for that, too. They made me

> responsible for

> > > > > their tormented emotions & their unhappiness.

> > > > >

> > > > > I don't want revenge, but I want them to know how much evil

> they

> > > > > spread in the name of pretending to be Mr. & Mrs. Perfect.

I

> wish I

> > > > > could rub their faces in their own mess--then change my

> name, change

> > > > > my life and move on. I wish I could erase the past and start

> > > > > fresh...this time knowing & experiencing what real love is.

> I'm

> > > > clueless.

> > > > >

> > > > > How do you learn about true love when all you ever knew was

> > false love

> > > > > & hatred?

> > > > >

> > > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

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> One of the hardest things for me to face is my ACTUAL feelings

towards

> my parents. The truth is, I HATE them. That's my true emotion. In my

> dreams at night, I scream at them " I hate you! " And that's what I

want

> to be able to say to my parents in the light of day.

>

> It's kind of scary. No one in our society is supposed to hate their

> parents. But they used me & my sister as their emotional lightning

> rods & I hate them for it. They used me to prop up their unhappy

> marriage...I hate the for that, too. They made me responsible for

> their tormented emotions & their unhappiness.

>

> I don't want revenge, but I want them to know how much evil they

> spread in the name of pretending to be Mr. & Mrs. Perfect. I wish I

> could rub their faces in their own mess--then change my name, change

> my life and move on. I wish I could erase the past and start

> fresh...this time knowing & experiencing what real love is. I'm

clueless.

>

> How do you learn about true love when all you ever knew was false

love

> & hatred?

>

Mr. Zarkley-

Facing our feelings is one of the hardest things for us KOs to do,

isn't it? We were never allowed to feel our own feelings or speak

our true thoughts, we were forced to live a lie and put on a good

show. Anger is a natural feeling because we know that we had a

forced role in perpetuating that " Mr. & Mrs. Perfect image. " We

resent it...who wouldn't?

You have a number of options for venting...not the least of which is

posting here. If you really want your parents to know how you feel,

you can choose to put your thoughts into writing and send them a

letter/e-mail...my guess is trying to confront them in person would

be difficult...hard to get in a word edgewise and still leave some

things unsaid.

Right before this past Christmas my Nada had a temper tantrum and I

was told in an e-mail that I " ruined " the holidays and that

I " behaved shamefully. " You might wonder what I had done...I invited

my parents to a Christmas Eve brunch. Truly you can see what a

horrible daughter I am...I didn't invite them for Christmas day

DINNER...they were slighted because it wasn't Christmas day dinner.

My husband only had a 1/2 day off on Christmas Eve and then Christmas

day off and he was back to work on the 26th. We weren't planning to

have anyone else over on Christmas day. We wanted a relaxing day

with no company and if the kids wanted to spend the day in their PJs,

fine with me. But clearly, this was a " shameful " way to behave

toward my parents...they deserved the full Christmas meal. Mind you,

along with the e-mail they sent me saying what a horrible daughter I

was, they gave me an ultimatum...stop seeing your Uncle or " we no

longer have a daughter. " I could explain more about that whole

dynamic, but my story has been told here before and isn't any

different than any other BPD ultimatum...just slightly different

characters. This time...however...I changed my reaction. I still

did not yet realize I was dealing with a BPD but it was obvious to me

my mother was mentally ill (I remember saying, " Either she has some

mental illness or she is possibly the most horrible excuse for a

human being that I have ever met.)...I came to the BPD realization

within about a week. But even before that, I made the decision that

I wasn't going to take their crap any more. I responded to their e-

mail ultimatum with exactly how they had hurt me and why they were

not welcome at my home. (If you are interested, you can search this

sight for JJFan I think it should pop up as I have posted my response

to them previously.)

I saved the e-mail for a day. I wasn't going to send it. I

thought, " They won't get it anyway. " But then I was just too tired

of not speaking my mind and hit the send button. It was a little bit

scary, but very liberating. It was now out there. They knew they

couldn't attempt to roll in the FOG (fear, obligation, guilt) to

force me to cave in to their desires. Our dynamic completely

changed...I took the NC and ran. Any time they attempted to contact

me after that I simply asked if they had decided to " un " -disown me.

I would forward the e-mail they sent to me back to them and ask what

changed? They have yet to acknowlege that what they wrote was

inappropriate...I have received many excuses...it was the heat of the

moment, we don't remember because we're old (one of my

favorites!)...all ridiculous. Consequently, the only time I have

seen them since last year in December was in July when my brother was

visiting. The visit was kept to polite conversation. It was

actually not hard to speak with them...hadn't seen them 6

months...plenty had happened in my life since then. It gave the

appearance of a substantive conversation but in reality was anything

but that. I found that as the time passed, my anger had dwindled.

These two people who had made me so angry, now made me feel nothing.

I didn't even feel guilty in the slightest.

It was hard to come to the realization that I would never have a

relationship with my parents. It's not the societal norm...but then

they aren't either. The reality is that I never had a relationship

with them. I was always very guarded about what I would share

because even when I didn't know what I was dealing with, I knew the

limitations of what I could share without having more problems. From

the outside, everyone thought my relationship with my mother was

fine. But I always knew differently.

There is a quote by Bach that I particularly like: " You are

always free to change your mind and choose a different future, or a

different past. "

For us KOs, I think that quote means facing the truth. We aren't

changing the past, but we are acknowledging it's truth and we can

move forward by working to not let it define who we are. I don't

want to view myself as someone who has survived a BPD parent...I

don't want to give in to that victimhood status...it gives them more

power than they deserve. My goal is just to be healthier each day.

To be thankful for the positive skills I learned and let go of the

negative baggage and remember that it's a process...not an event. I

can have " normal " relationships. It might be harder for me to make

the " right " choices in friends, but I'm won't be a door mat anymore.

Things are not always going to be perfect...but then we all know the

illusion of perfect anyway. What I appreciate is that I am in a

relationship where I can speak my truest feelings and not have them

sumarily dismissed...I have a voice...my thoughts and feelings matter

just as yours do...no matter how they may sound when you first put

them into words or say it out loud.

Take care-

JJFan

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Very, very well put. I couldn't have said it better myself.

And I had to LOL at your parents' wacky bpd-isms: the " not

remembering " a letter that they wrote!? And calling you " horrible "

because you invited them to *brunch*, for pete's sake!?!

That is just too priceless!

I remember that epiphany moment with my nada, when it finally struck

me that, " Holy cow, my mother is mentally ill! " It truly is like a

light-bulb appearing over your head, or having a blindfold removed

from your eyes! Its so very healing and empowering to finally realize

that its *nada* (or *fada*) who is the crazy one, not you!

-Annie

> Facing our feelings is one of the hardest things for us KOs to do,

> isn't it? We were never allowed to feel our own feelings or speak

> our true thoughts, we were forced to live a lie and put on a good

> show. Anger is a natural feeling because we know that we had a

> forced role in perpetuating that " Mr. & Mrs. Perfect image. " We

> resent it...who wouldn't?

>

> You have a number of options for venting...not the least of which is

> posting here. If you really want your parents to know how you feel,

> you can choose to put your thoughts into writing and send them a

> letter/e-mail...my guess is trying to confront them in person would

> be difficult...hard to get in a word edgewise and still leave some

> things unsaid.

>

> Right before this past Christmas my Nada had a temper tantrum and I

> was told in an e-mail that I " ruined " the holidays and that

> I " behaved shamefully. " You might wonder what I had done...I invited

> my parents to a Christmas Eve brunch. Truly you can see what a

> horrible daughter I am...I didn't invite them for Christmas day

> DINNER...they were slighted because it wasn't Christmas day dinner.

> My husband only had a 1/2 day off on Christmas Eve and then Christmas

> day off and he was back to work on the 26th. We weren't planning to

> have anyone else over on Christmas day. We wanted a relaxing day

> with no company and if the kids wanted to spend the day in their PJs,

> fine with me. But clearly, this was a " shameful " way to behave

> toward my parents...they deserved the full Christmas meal. Mind you,

> along with the e-mail they sent me saying what a horrible daughter I

> was, they gave me an ultimatum...stop seeing your Uncle or " we no

> longer have a daughter. " I could explain more about that whole

> dynamic, but my story has been told here before and isn't any

> different than any other BPD ultimatum...just slightly different

> characters. This time...however...I changed my reaction. I still

> did not yet realize I was dealing with a BPD but it was obvious to me

> my mother was mentally ill (I remember saying, " Either she has some

> mental illness or she is possibly the most horrible excuse for a

> human being that I have ever met.)...I came to the BPD realization

> within about a week. But even before that, I made the decision that

> I wasn't going to take their crap any more. I responded to their e-

> mail ultimatum with exactly how they had hurt me and why they were

> not welcome at my home. (If you are interested, you can search this

> sight for JJFan I think it should pop up as I have posted my response

> to them previously.)

>

> I saved the e-mail for a day. I wasn't going to send it. I

> thought, " They won't get it anyway. " But then I was just too tired

> of not speaking my mind and hit the send button. It was a little bit

> scary, but very liberating. It was now out there. They knew they

> couldn't attempt to roll in the FOG (fear, obligation, guilt) to

> force me to cave in to their desires. Our dynamic completely

> changed...I took the NC and ran. Any time they attempted to contact

> me after that I simply asked if they had decided to " un " -disown me.

> I would forward the e-mail they sent to me back to them and ask what

> changed? They have yet to acknowlege that what they wrote was

> inappropriate...I have received many excuses...it was the heat of the

> moment, we don't remember because we're old (one of my

> favorites!)...all ridiculous. Consequently, the only time I have

> seen them since last year in December was in July when my brother was

> visiting. The visit was kept to polite conversation. It was

> actually not hard to speak with them...hadn't seen them 6

> months...plenty had happened in my life since then. It gave the

> appearance of a substantive conversation but in reality was anything

> but that. I found that as the time passed, my anger had dwindled.

> These two people who had made me so angry, now made me feel nothing.

> I didn't even feel guilty in the slightest.

>

> It was hard to come to the realization that I would never have a

> relationship with my parents. It's not the societal norm...but then

> they aren't either. The reality is that I never had a relationship

> with them. I was always very guarded about what I would share

> because even when I didn't know what I was dealing with, I knew the

> limitations of what I could share without having more problems. From

> the outside, everyone thought my relationship with my mother was

> fine. But I always knew differently.

>

> There is a quote by Bach that I particularly like: " You are

> always free to change your mind and choose a different future, or a

> different past. "

> For us KOs, I think that quote means facing the truth. We aren't

> changing the past, but we are acknowledging it's truth and we can

> move forward by working to not let it define who we are. I don't

> want to view myself as someone who has survived a BPD parent...I

> don't want to give in to that victimhood status...it gives them more

> power than they deserve. My goal is just to be healthier each day.

> To be thankful for the positive skills I learned and let go of the

> negative baggage and remember that it's a process...not an event. I

> can have " normal " relationships. It might be harder for me to make

> the " right " choices in friends, but I'm won't be a door mat anymore.

>

> Things are not always going to be perfect...but then we all know the

> illusion of perfect anyway. What I appreciate is that I am in a

> relationship where I can speak my truest feelings and not have them

> sumarily dismissed...I have a voice...my thoughts and feelings matter

> just as yours do...no matter how they may sound when you first put

> them into words or say it out loud.

>

> Take care-

> JJFan

>

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jjfan,

I had written early a post to your response to Mr. Zarkley...and

somehow it would not post. I thought your response was wonderful.

Not easy stuff...but you are taking a stand against all the crap

thrown at you. You do have a right to your own decisions, feelings

and of course life. My nada pulls this kind of stuff....and it makes

me so angry.

You are taking your feelings and not stuffing them- but dealing

with them...good for you!

Thanks for sharing,

Malinda

In WTOAdultChildren1 , " jjfan42 " wrote:

>

>

> >

> > One of the hardest things for me to face is my ACTUAL feelings

> towards

> > my parents. The truth is, I HATE them. That's my true emotion. In

my

> > dreams at night, I scream at them " I hate you! " And that's what I

> want

> > to be able to say to my parents in the light of day.

> >

> > It's kind of scary. No one in our society is supposed to hate

their

> > parents. But they used me & my sister as their emotional lightning

> > rods & I hate them for it. They used me to prop up their unhappy

> > marriage...I hate the for that, too. They made me responsible for

> > their tormented emotions & their unhappiness.

> >

> > I don't want revenge, but I want them to know how much evil they

> > spread in the name of pretending to be Mr. & Mrs. Perfect. I wish

I

> > could rub their faces in their own mess--then change my name,

change

> > my life and move on. I wish I could erase the past and start

> > fresh...this time knowing & experiencing what real love is. I'm

> clueless.

> >

> > How do you learn about true love when all you ever knew was false

> love

> > & hatred?

> >

>

> Mr. Zarkley-

>

> Facing our feelings is one of the hardest things for us KOs to do,

> isn't it? We were never allowed to feel our own feelings or speak

> our true thoughts, we were forced to live a lie and put on a good

> show. Anger is a natural feeling because we know that we had a

> forced role in perpetuating that " Mr. & Mrs. Perfect image. " We

> resent it...who wouldn't?

>

> You have a number of options for venting...not the least of which

is

> posting here. If you really want your parents to know how you

feel,

> you can choose to put your thoughts into writing and send them a

> letter/e-mail...my guess is trying to confront them in person would

> be difficult...hard to get in a word edgewise and still leave some

> things unsaid.

>

> Right before this past Christmas my Nada had a temper tantrum and I

> was told in an e-mail that I " ruined " the holidays and that

> I " behaved shamefully. " You might wonder what I had done...I

invited

> my parents to a Christmas Eve brunch. Truly you can see what a

> horrible daughter I am...I didn't invite them for Christmas day

> DINNER...they were slighted because it wasn't Christmas day

dinner.

> My husband only had a 1/2 day off on Christmas Eve and then

Christmas

> day off and he was back to work on the 26th. We weren't planning

to

> have anyone else over on Christmas day. We wanted a relaxing day

> with no company and if the kids wanted to spend the day in their

PJs,

> fine with me. But clearly, this was a " shameful " way to behave

> toward my parents...they deserved the full Christmas meal. Mind

you,

> along with the e-mail they sent me saying what a horrible daughter

I

> was, they gave me an ultimatum...stop seeing your Uncle or " we no

> longer have a daughter. " I could explain more about that whole

> dynamic, but my story has been told here before and isn't any

> different than any other BPD ultimatum...just slightly different

> characters. This time...however...I changed my reaction. I still

> did not yet realize I was dealing with a BPD but it was obvious to

me

> my mother was mentally ill (I remember saying, " Either she has some

> mental illness or she is possibly the most horrible excuse for a

> human being that I have ever met.)...I came to the BPD realization

> within about a week. But even before that, I made the decision

that

> I wasn't going to take their crap any more. I responded to their e-

> mail ultimatum with exactly how they had hurt me and why they were

> not welcome at my home. (If you are interested, you can search

this

> sight for JJFan I think it should pop up as I have posted my

response

> to them previously.)

>

> I saved the e-mail for a day. I wasn't going to send it. I

> thought, " They won't get it anyway. " But then I was just too tired

> of not speaking my mind and hit the send button. It was a little

bit

> scary, but very liberating. It was now out there. They knew they

> couldn't attempt to roll in the FOG (fear, obligation, guilt) to

> force me to cave in to their desires. Our dynamic completely

> changed...I took the NC and ran. Any time they attempted to

contact

> me after that I simply asked if they had decided to " un " -disown

me.

> I would forward the e-mail they sent to me back to them and ask

what

> changed? They have yet to acknowlege that what they wrote was

> inappropriate...I have received many excuses...it was the heat of

the

> moment, we don't remember because we're old (one of my

> favorites!)...all ridiculous. Consequently, the only time I have

> seen them since last year in December was in July when my brother

was

> visiting. The visit was kept to polite conversation. It was

> actually not hard to speak with them...hadn't seen them 6

> months...plenty had happened in my life since then. It gave the

> appearance of a substantive conversation but in reality was

anything

> but that. I found that as the time passed, my anger had dwindled.

> These two people who had made me so angry, now made me feel

nothing.

> I didn't even feel guilty in the slightest.

>

> It was hard to come to the realization that I would never have a

> relationship with my parents. It's not the societal norm...but

then

> they aren't either. The reality is that I never had a relationship

> with them. I was always very guarded about what I would share

> because even when I didn't know what I was dealing with, I knew the

> limitations of what I could share without having more problems.

From

> the outside, everyone thought my relationship with my mother was

> fine. But I always knew differently.

>

> There is a quote by Bach that I particularly like: " You

are

> always free to change your mind and choose a different future, or a

> different past. "

> For us KOs, I think that quote means facing the truth. We aren't

> changing the past, but we are acknowledging it's truth and we can

> move forward by working to not let it define who we are. I don't

> want to view myself as someone who has survived a BPD parent...I

> don't want to give in to that victimhood status...it gives them

more

> power than they deserve. My goal is just to be healthier each

day.

> To be thankful for the positive skills I learned and let go of the

> negative baggage and remember that it's a process...not an event.

I

> can have " normal " relationships. It might be harder for me to make

> the " right " choices in friends, but I'm won't be a door mat anymore.

>

> Things are not always going to be perfect...but then we all know

the

> illusion of perfect anyway. What I appreciate is that I am in a

> relationship where I can speak my truest feelings and not have them

> sumarily dismissed...I have a voice...my thoughts and feelings

matter

> just as yours do...no matter how they may sound when you first put

> them into words or say it out loud.

>

> Take care-

> JJFan

>

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