There's this sense of disbelief because my mother so boldly ignored me on Thanksgiving, on a holiday that is supposed to be about thanks and family. I didn't even get a hello, just an icy glare and the sense that she would rather be anywhere but in a room with me. For so long, she has lorded over me and told me what to do, and now that I broke free and am doing my own thing, she wants nothing to do with me. It hurts.
Dear Tayana,
It does hurt, you have my sincerest empathy.
When my sister was getting married, my mother insisted that I was not to be invited, but, my BIL to be, felt torn about it, and together with my sister, they told my mother at the last minute, that they wanted me at the wedding. My mother had insisted all along that if I was invited to the wedding, then she would not attend -- but attend she did.
So I had one day to dash out and select an outfit. At the church my mother gave one of her many fine performances. Then at the wedding reception she blatantly ignored me throughout the entire day, much to the disdain of my new BIL family who must have assumed that there was something amiss with me! But not saint mother of course, as she had openly demonstrated a closeness with the priest, engaging in saintly conversation --- which was a show and a sham.
I was not allowed to join my FOO on the head table, instead, I was seated towards the end, with my young son and my h, as outcasts.
She blatantly ignored me because she had lost control of me --- for I had escaped from her bondage some months previously.
It did hurt being treated like that, quite deeply at the time, despite the fact that I had broke free from the bondage.
((( Tayana ))) I do genuinely understand how you feel.
Love, Leah
