Like many of you, I have found it difficult, for a number of reasons, to completely sever ties with my Nmother and ?father. I have considered the wise counsel of my therapist whose continuing question to me is, "What can you live with when they're gone?". And so I have maintained a once a week phone call or visit schedule, far reduced from my thoroughly emeshed days when I didn't know where I began and my mother ended (although my mother LOVED it that way, and any other way is a slap in her face). FYI, I have no siblings, and my parents are both in extremely poor health.
The crux of the situation for me is the continual push/pull I feel toward her (my N mother). I still feel something for her (OK, love), but I have learned that being close to her causes me pain, extreme pain, and so I avoid most contact with her. Someone said on this board that their mother gores them, and that is so apt. My mother loves to come charging at me emotionally, do her best to eviscerate me, and then watch me twist and turn in the breeze. For example, She no longer even acknowleges my husband. Won't mention his name or acknowledge the death of his father. And this is over something she just made up. Her mind games are cunning and cruel and have hurt my entire family to the quick. I wont even mention the fiasco she pulled at Christmas when they chose to go to a diner instead of coming to our house as invited, 5 minutes away. My kids were devastated. No matter. My mother is extremely bright, and had her intelligence been channeled in a positive direction the world would be rid of some scourge or other. INstead she uses her ability to attempt to divide, mnaipulate, intimidate, induce guilt.
ALthough I have gotten much, much better at dealing with her, accepting her, forgiving her, etc., it's still hard to relax emtionally in the midst of this constant push/pull. (also read love/hate). The ambivalence is exhausting. There's nowhere to find a toehold emotionally and just hang on. I feel as though I've lived in the middle of a ngihtmare the past three years (that's when she made up a fabulous tale, peddled it as reality, and stopped speaking to my husband). It's also when I finally stood up and said, enough. I'm not voiceless anymore, and I won't tolerate your rude, dismissive treatment of my husband anymore (saint that he is

) and I won't tolerate your attempts to run my life and ruin my marriage. The result was like jabbing a tiger through the bars of its cage. You could probably hear her enraged roar all over America.
The end result is this: I find myself contemplating what it will be like if she passes away. So much so that I feel guilty. Really guilty. Much like those of you who have coped with a long illness with your parents, there must be a sense of relief when it's finally over. For the past three years my mother has continually tightened the noose, constantly hurled another barrrel in my direction, "See if you can jump over this one!" She keeps turning up the heat, "kicking it up a notch", I guess all in an enraged efort to "put me back In my place". And I think I've done an admirable job, if I do say so myself, of handling what my therapist calls the most difficult of circumstances. But I'm tired of coping. I'm tired of stepping around what's intended as punishment for no longer playing their game. And I find myself wondering, will there be massive guilt for things ending as they surely must, on such a bitter note? Or will it feel like a load has been lifted?
That's all. JUst absolutely had to join in on this one. No ,I have not severed ties, and I think I'll be glad one day that I stuck it out and will be able to say I did all I could do. Although life in the meantime isn't easy, at least I can gladly say I'm
Stillstanding