Well, I can really relate to so much of your story. My mother was a severe alcoholic, I have a brother (half), who followed in her foot steps and grew up to be, let's just say, a bad guy and an outright criminal. My mother, aside from her alcoholism, is also very manipulative, and would make up vicious lies about me and my father to gain sympathy and attention from her side of the family. She was very neglectful, and was a very bad mother. I endured a very painful childhood, and only had my father, who was a massive workaholic and had little time for me. It was a lonely childhood. As I grew up, I learned all about alcoholism, enabling, family roles, etc., and would try desperately to "get through" to my mother, thinking, if I could only make her understand, she would be sorry and would stop. It wasn't just her drinking, she had and has serious psychological issues. Throughout the years, I tried various times to talk to my parents; my father didn't want to hear it. He divorced my mother and didn't even want to talk about the past. My mother, was massively in denial, and insisted that she had been a wonderful mother, which is very, very far from the truth. Yet, like you, I had this yearning, this longing, for family. I suffered from severe depression from childhood through my twenties, and every time I would visit my mother it got worse. I would leave her house in tears, filled with anxiety and pain. My then-husband would say "I don't know why you insist on visiting her, all she does is make you upset for days afterward each time". I knew he was right, but it was so hard to let go.
I thought many times that I should just end contact with them, but ironically, you know what my biggest worry was? Looking like a bad daughter. I thought a good daughter would stand by her mother, keep trying to get through to her, you know, hang in there. I spent many years being a "good daughter" at my own expense, mentally, and physically. It wasn't just my childhood either, my mother was continuing to betray me, manipulating me with guilt trips, playing the victim and generally making me feel responsible for HER happiness. It was like feeding a monster with a bottomless pit for a stomach; nothing was ever enough. I internalized my pain, I made myself sick, worrying, longing for something better, and dwelling in the pain of what never was. Loving, despite not feeling loved in return.
One day my aunt recommended a book to me, called "Toxic Parents", by Dr. Susan Forward. I cannot recommend this book highly enough!!!! This book literally changed my life. I marked so many pages with post-it's that it's just full of them. I got so much out of that book, you wouldn't believe it. A couple of key things were: Until I read that book, no one, NO ONE, had ever told me that I don't have to forgive my mother. This was huge. I had spent my entire life absolutely guilt ridden, always believing and being told by others that I "need to forgive". This book explained so eloquently, that if you can forgive, that's wonderful. But if, in trying to be forgiving, you lose yourself, lose your mind, and lose your health, then sometimes it is okay to step away and actually not forgive. I know that's contrary to everything we've always been told. And yes, I heard the theory many times, that forgiving isn't absolving my mother of responsibility, it's letting go of it's affect on me, blah, blah, none of it felt right or worked. This made sense. It is NOT a parent-hating book that tells you to stay out of contact with your parents, not at all. In many cases, the author gives examples of how healing is possible, but at the same time, admits that sometimes, healing cannot happen if a parent continues to be toxic in your life, infiltrating your happiness.
I also learned that I need to start taking care of myself. I had given away my entire life, my peace of mind, my health, in an endless effort to get through to a woman who did nothing but continue to hurt me in return. I suddenly felt foolish. I was so busy being a "good daughter", that I completely lost touch with being a good ME.
Not long after reading the book, I had the proverbial "last straw" with my mother. In and of itself, it wouldn't have ended my relationship with her. But after reading this book, and realizing my VERY ACTIVE role in all this dysfunction, I was starting to look at things differently, and with more awareness of my own actions, and my own happiness. So one night, I was on the phone with my mother, and she started ranting about how my niece (my half brother's daughter), who was 14 at the time, had been sent to counseling via recommendation of a guidance counselor. My mother is carrying on about how absurd it was. I said, "Ma, there's nothing wrong with a kid getting counseling, it can help her clear her thoughts. I went to counseling at her age too, remember?" And my mother said, "Yes, and it's just as ridiculous as when you went." Just as ridiculous as when I went????? I was a child in pain, at her hands, and me trying to get some help with my emotions was "ridiculous"??? Suddenly, I had an epiphany. I realized many things in that very moment. I realized that this family dysfunction was now being passed down to the next generation, and that my poor niece would be discouraged by her own family to get help, just like me at that age. I realized my mother was NEVER going to get it, never. And then I realized that here I was, holding the other end of the phone. That was very symbolic to me. By listening to this, I was in essence participating in it. I was caught up in it. I would hang up and become stressed again thinking about it. It had to end.
That was August 04, 2004 at around 10:00pm, and I haven't spoken to my mother since. I suddenly and FINALLY stopped caring about what my relatives would think about me not being in contact with my mother. I decided to pick ME first, for once. I also realized that no matter how hard I tried, no matter how much I wanted it, my mother would never be the mother I wanted. She would never love me the way that I needed. I felt a bit orphaned, and then realized I had always felt that way. I never had a mother. I was playing a charade and allowing myself to be victimized in a desperate attempt to gain that sense of family that I so badly wanted. Maybe this will sound cold, but that truth is, I have never been happier than since I ended contact with my mother. Gradually, my Depression lifted, my anxiety lifted and I regained a sense of self. Putting myself first was something new to me.
My father wasn't the greatest dad, he made mistakes, but he realized his mistakes, and apologized, and so I was able to maintain a happy relationship with him, even though, until very recently, I wasn't able to get him to fully understand why I needed to end contact with my mother. For years he thought I was just "mad at her". He didn't understand the full magnitude of the damage she had done to me, and how truly toxic she was in my life. Recently, I was able to sit down and share this with him, which was healing. At least he tried to be a good parent, and I know he loves me, and he's admitted his mistakes. My mother is still to this day denying any wrongdoing, and saying to relatives that she doesn't know why I am not in contact with her. That's fine. She can play dumb to her grave if she really feels the need. But you know what? She has never once tried to write or call. She knows where I am. If she really missed and loved me, why hasn't she reached out? I feel like I made the right choice, for my health and well being.
I've also learned that "family" is not necessarily blood relatives, it's the people who ACT like family. And so I have surrounded myself with good people who care about me. If they are very dysfunctional and start to infringe upon my happiness, I remind myself that I want to be surrounded by healthy, happy people and make any needed changes. Another thing the book taught me, was to "treat myself the way that I wanted my mother to treat me". This was big. I needed to nurture myself, love myself, take care of me, in the ways she never did.
I am not saying that you necessarily need to cut off communications with your family. That is a personal choice, and every situation varies. But what I am saying is that you need to take care of YOU. You can yearn for family until the cows come home, but they may never be what you want them to be. All you can change is you, and your involvement in the dysfunction. I understand so very well the frustration you feel, wanting to have a family, yet having them not act like family. I hope that you will choose to surround yourself with people who are loving and kind and who value you and show it. Turn toward your inlaws, they sound very caring. I really believe that family has nothing to do with blood. Family is the people who embrace you and care about your happiness. And always remember that when you allow yourself to be treated less than great, you must believe you only deserve that. Only when you raise the bar on what you deserve, will you get it.
Go buy "Toxic Parents" by Dr. Susan Forward. It's truly a life changing book.
Now, that's about enough typing for me!