Lol, Phoenix, I've had a whole host of words to describe my family at times, all of them a lot ruder than twit! I remember in the early days of therapy I used to see this lovely lady who was in her late sixties, very proper and very posh. She worked out of a little ante-room in this huge house she had with her husband and she had a very comfortable sofa adjacent to large french windows so as you sat and talked about all sorts of unpleasant things you had this lovely view across the lake, the gardens and out into the woods - very peaceful and tranquil.
We were talking about my mum's constant talking inside my head and this very proper therapist told me to tell her to f**k off, very loudly, every time she said anything. I remember gasping, I was so shocked, and then falling into hysterics at hearing this very well spoken lady telling me to f and blind at an imaginary voice. I still do it sometimes though, and it does work
I suppose it's like anything else; it all takes work and it all takes time to get used to. It's better than it used to be. I do think about her sometimes, her views of the world, her opinions on people, relationships and so on, and I see her for what she is - a mad old bat, although a very destructive one. I just find it frightening that I hung on her every word for thirty years and didn't do a thing that she wouldn't approve of. Now my sister and I have swopped roles; she is the GC and I am the black sheep. I enjoy my freedom now but I feel sad for my sister being stuck in that prison and her poor children who are being raised the same way we were. No doubt her poor little daughter is being made to feel like dirt on a daily basis
