Waves of Resentment
Very few people know I had a horrid mother and despite it I think I’ve managed to live my life quite well. My eyes were open to her nasty sides when I was eighteen and realised that her aim was to put me down, destroy my confidence and belittle whatever I achieved.
I told myself repeatedly that I was made of sterner stuff and worked hard to see how others lived and turn my miserable childhood into something positive. I also chose not to talk about my childhood experiences as I felt it could turn me into a victim. Nor did I want anyone to feel sorry for me.
By the time I had a satisfying career in medicine and got married in my late thirties I believed I had left my past behind me. I had told my husband that I didn’t get on with my mother but rarely related examples of her vile behaviour. It was important for me to move on. I never got pregnant which I thought at the time was quite a good thing as I was worried in case I became my mother.
I managed to maintain a very loose relationship with her. I was relieved when she died about fifteen years ago and have never once visited her grave. My father, who was a kind man, died some time before her.
But it hasn’t been as straightforward as I thought. Waves of resentment sometimes overwhelm me, particularly when I see two or three generations of a family together enjoying themselves and accepting each others’ faults. My mother fell out with both her own and my father’s family and my husband was an only child so we don’t have other relations to turn to. I also resent that I had such a tough time when I was young. I hate feeling like this and don’t want to bring it out into the open.
I came across your great website quite by chance and wonder if you could offer some suggestions to help me deal with them. Please don’t tell me to go see a therapist. I don’t want to dig everything up from so long ago. I am strong and would like to manage this on my own.