BonesMS,
Just wanted to say thanks for noticing that some of us are still struggling with this issue. I thought I had gotten it more than I have, but I think I must have gotten it on more of an intellectual level. I also think that for the past ten or so years I have unwittingly slipped back into the parentified child role. It did not happen overnight- I started out as my adult self when my mother had bypass surgery. I forgot some of what I had learned about her, but I still had not yet experienced that which was to be revealed by some of the things she chose to do to me- whether conscious or unconscious, intended or not.
It is so very sad that she needs N supplies, because she has needs that can not be met. My heart breaks for her knowing that she will die this way. I wish I could be the all giving daughter who could make it all better, but I've found that each thing I do is received with a cursory thank you, but in the next sentence she is demanding the next thing and killing two birds with one stone by the implication that what was just done for her was not quite good enough. And I am sick of looking at me through her reality. I have learned that it can't be all me, because I see her eventually devalue everyone. Can everyone possibly be that much of a failure or so uncaring? Methinks not.
Bones- in light of what you wrote about on this thread- some of the hurtful things that were said about you that you mentioned, I again want to say congratulations on the MS.
I will revisit this thread, and reread what all of you have posted on it, and also write again. Oh- and Stormchild- I've got "When You and Your Mother Can't Be Friends" somewhere in the books I had put in boxes a long time ago. I might pull it out of mothballs and revisit.
Leah, Dazed- Glad there are other "book junkies"!
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