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My mom used to push me like that, too.. She'd push me to the point that I'd say something to put me just as deep in the wrong as she was, and then she's make it out like it was just BEYOND ALL COMPREHENSION that someone could talk to their own mother the way I had. She could say whatever she wanted to me, of course -- "I'm the parent; you're the child!" she'd say, to justify abuse -- but if I said much in retaliation, I was just a HORRIBLE PERSON..
That worked for a really long time, because being told you're just
bad and/or stupid and/or whatever else they can think of tends to make one feel...a bit less than optimally confident, shall we say? We're trained to believe we're bad seeds, and when we do something that makes us feel awful, we're quick to come back with an apology -- mostly because we know what it feels like to be hurt, and hurt badly. We have so much experience with pain that we don't like to inflict it on ANYONE.
And, like good mothers do, as soon as we come back to apologize for saying something really nasty, they simply use that apology to justify their abuse.. Which means we're basically giving them permission to abuse us...
At some point, I'd had so much that I really just stopped feeling bad about returning fire. She could act hurt all she wanted, and I truly didn't care. The idea of her crying herself to sleep -- as if she ever TRULY did -- just didn't make me feel bad anymore...it just didn't bother me. Like, at all.
Looking back, that was the beginning of the end for me and her.. That was the point where the relationship began to develop cracks, if that tells you anything about what the relationship was ultimately based upon to begin with..
She also had this knack for something my dad (he divorced her when I was 2) called "hanging herself, just so somebody would come cut her down." See, if she realized that she was so deep in the wrong that she couldn't possibly drive the opposition to stoop so low, she'd break out the "I'm a terrible mother!" bit...or the "I just can't do anything right!" or -- if things were reeeeeeeally wicked bad -- the "Sometimes I just wanna blow my brains out!" bit..
And, of course, you'd have to come along and tell her it wasn't all bad...which, again, she took as some sort of an attempt at reconciliation...which, in her sick, twisted mind, meant she won. At the very least, it meant she didn't have to apologize.
That little trick stopped working too, eventually..
That's when things get
really real.. For a while, she would just "hang herself" and I'd leave her hanging there, and that actually almost seemed to have had an impact on her. When she'd say stuff like "I guess I'm just a terrible mother" and I either wouldn't respond...or say "Sometimes"...it hit her hard. We *almost* had a few heart-to-hearts, but..
Well, suffice it to say hat only lasted so long. She eventually got tired of feeling like poop for the things she'd done to me, so she just decided that she wasn't going to be wrong anymore.
Ever.
About anything.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaand that pretty much did it for us. We're not longer compatible to be involved in one anothers' lives. So we're not.
So far, it's working out really well.