She does want to divorce him, Ann... she's said as much for years. But she's walking her own path, like I said. All I told her was, that I would be the one person who understood and didn't think she was horrible if she did.
I FELT.... really strange over the course of those days. I couldn't really name 1 feeling, so I 'spect it was a whole lot of feelings swirling together. But my boundaries held... my anger wasn't ready to explode at the least little offense or annoyance that I knew and expected I'd endure (and for that, I think all the work over the years of trying to understand the dynamics of my FOO and how it's exactly the emotion they hope to elicit - just so they can point fingers at me; blame me... etc... finally helped me get to a place where I knew, through and through - anger wasn't a helpful emotion in this situation).
What I wanted in this situation was to work on communicating with my brother and work on our process of compromise and agreement... and I believed that something as important as our mother's care and well-being would be enough motivation for him to "come to the table and deal fairly". It would've given us a framework for working through business decisions, too. Establish a pattern... a bit of trust... and enable him to be more open with me. The last time he threw a nuclear anger bomb my way... I asked him: what have I ever done to make you not trust me? I had stepped back into my analytical "safe room" and used every tool that I'd ever even heard of for dealing with difficult people... he never ever answered me.
GS - Who enboldened the first line PR? Did you do that or the author? I don't even know why I am asking. But it is so true. And it is something that I have done time and time and time again. Daily probably and lost, lost, lost every single time. THAT is the way of my childhood. I never understood how NOT to get into the battle. It seemed (seems) like a battle for life for the very air we need to breathe.
Me too. I copied this back, because I don't think I answered too well last time. I bolded the lines - they bounced off me and as I read them, part of my brain was saying "I knew that". Even tho' I know things... I occasionally go ahead and ignore them anyway (the P-A denial of laws of nature applying to them)... to my dismay. I grew up and learned to think just like my codependent P-A mom/bro.... that's a perfect phrase for their "closed system". I was always trying to enter and be part of that system... believing, at some gut level - like you said "the very air we need to breathe" required that I be part of that system. Even at 12, I knew I would be better off as a runaway or an orphan than trying to keep trying to get into that "closed system" that had no room for me - except: I knew I needed money to survive, therefore I needed to finish school. By the time I was that age... I'd already had a couple "substitute mothers"... and the emotional intelligence to know why - even though intellectually I really didn't understand. Then I got separated from my emotional intelligence via trauma... and found myself stuck with mom and bro:
Adopting the same P-A behaviors was camoflauge - I was in enemy territory and in danger of completely losing my self (poor Twiggy) - in order to exist with some peace in their topsy-turvy universe, I had to - at least outwardly - appear to believe and support those beliefs. This is where Stockholm Syndrome comes in... it's like being part of a cult and brainwashed... I've used the word brainwashed since 1969 to describe what happened to me and it's still accurate; I drank the Kool-Aid...
Everyone has learned some P-A behaviors and will pull those out of their bag of coping skills, when there seems to be no other choice for getting through something. But when the P-A is pathological then we start getting into delusional beliefs, the eggshell minefield of hair-trigger, unpredictable anger, all completely tied together with one simple fact: I - as a person with my own feelings, wants, needs and beliefs - do not exist in their closed universe. I am discardable - like a cellophane wrapper; when I have served their purpose - I am discarded.
I ask my SELF: self? WHY in god's name would you want to be part of that universe when the "real world" that everyone else lives in, isn't like that?????
So, GS - I know you're no longer 12; I know you have the skills and the knowledge - and the ability to acquire more of both as needed - to survive and THRIVE without parents. Heck - you're doing an excellent job as a parent yourself!! Why is it so important for you to be part of your mom's weird world? You can still care for and about her - without living in that reality. She's not going to change EVER....
... right after the bolded part is the how-to you need/want: you can change yourself. It is possible to feel angry without showing it, expressing it - and playing right into that trap, setting the hook that keeps one going around & around the same old game. I learned a little of that from a business book on negotiations and compromise. Enough of it, I think, to mix in with this knowledge that I could keep myself "safe" from playing the game... still feel my feelings; know and own them... still trust myself and my own judgement...
I've learned that I simply can't - I don't think it's really possible - to think one's way through to "solving" the puzzle so that you can be YOU and also be accepted and loved by sick people. I've learned that I wasted a lot of time, energy and a lot of my life that could've been spent forming other relationships - totally obsessed with this one relationship and I wasn't taking "no" for an answer no matter how many ways and times they showed me I didn't matter to them; so I remained stuck in that obsession. For me, letting it go... saying "I love you and it'll be OK"... and walking away, was the right thing to do.
it was helpful, as a mirror image, to see my SIL expressing exactly what I've experienced over the years; the same frustration, helplessness, resignition, powerlessness to affect change in the closed system. She exists outside it - except when she is the target of blame and anger. Just like me; just like my Dad. She's a grown up; she'll make her own decisions in her own way, in her own time. I respect that. I didn't try to excuse bro & mom to her... and the only explanations I made, validated what she was saying to me.
I heard real emotional pain in my bro's request for me to travel that far. I do care and I do understand that he completely shuts down and doesn't function in emotional situations. But I'm not so hopeful that he can free himself - ever - from the P-A way of being, even with therapy. So I had boundaries in place - before I even agreed to go - to prevent a whole lot of unspoken expectations of me being dropped on my head.
And yes, I was angry. No denying that - but I was also aware that bro & mom really didn't care that I was angry; and when one doesn't matter - that emotion can (and for me usually does) turn self-destructive. It was the OLD anger I was feeling. Intellectually, I rather expected the outcome that happened - but I'd released that before I got on the plane. So, instead of being self-destructive, this time my anger has been forged into something else... maybe it's self-validation; I don't know for sure.
But - I don't need my mommy in order to be "OK" anymore. My MIL taught me that. And she taught me how to say goodbye with love. I don't know how much of my life I have left to live - nor what shape it'll be - but I'm not wasting anymore time trying to do the impossible. Yes, I also have faint echos of guilt (it's amazing how faint they are now)... of being "bad" by breaking some taboo... yes, I worry that I'm crossing the line from healthy self-interest to N-selfishness... but each of us only gets so many minutes of life and we don't know how many. I have survived - warts & all - and I'm letting go of people who don't want me anyway - no matter what they SAY. Lots of other people do want to be around me, include me, love me...
I am OK; just FINE without my mom and bro's approval or acceptance or acknowledgement of me.