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Sophy's avatar

Urgh. GOD. I could have written this letter myself. The only slight difference between the writer and I is that I, for reasons unknown to me, developed a sense of pride quite early in life that I had been through all that I went through with my mum and made it out the other side. Of course, I've had my negative thoughts and feelings of shame just like everyone else, but I've always had a feeling that there was something about people like us that was kind of... I dunno, cool? Like oh your mum baked cakes? Well my mum got arrested, so I think my weekend might have been just a liiiittle more interesting, Sarah.

It didn't occur to me when I first started dating in my early 20s that this would make me less attractive to some people. And it didn't! I think because I thought I was pretty cool most other people around me did as well. But the wheels started to come off when my first serious boyfriend witnessed one of my mum's abusive rages firsthand while we were on (a very ill-advised) holiday together. Previously we'd had cute little agreements like if we ever got married he'd take my (cool, exotic) last name that had been handed down from my mum. Suddenly he wanted us to have his (boring, sounds-like-a-first-name) last name. It went downhill from there, culminating in him saying maybe it would be best when we had children if we didn't use my eggs at all. Just my womb! Wouldn't want to risk my mum's crazy genes getting in there!

The irony was his family were all mad as a bag of cats. The only difference I could see was that they were all swallowing each others' bullshit and living in deep denial of how unhappy they all were. It feels unfair but I think sometimes the fact that we're willing to tell the truth about our family's dysfunction makes us a target for other people's projection and feelings of inadequacy that surround their own upbringings.

And FYI I know I said he witnessed the episode of abuse firsthand, but during the ordeal, when she really reached her crescendo, she told him to leave so she could be alone with me. You know what he did? He turned tail and SCAMPERED OFF. To think that I was the one with the weak genes is, quite frankly, laughable.

Now in my early 30s as everyone is looking to settle down I'm encountering these attitudes more and more, also from people with their own messed up families! It's as if some of them, instead of dealing with their shit, aspire to marry themselves into a perfect family. As if that's going to save them from themselves (Personally I think your guy's tennis fantasy was a dead giveaway for this. Mine wanted to be able to go jetskiing... lol). I don't feel I can do much about this except to look forward to the day I finally meet my match, who thinks I'm really great. But rest assured that greatness is going to INCLUDE the fact that I've had to deal with a lot of crap in my upbringing.

I am dead certain I am going to meet this person, and you are going to meet your person. Because I can tell you now, there is absolutely no fucking way I went through everything that I did so I could come out the other side and end up with some snivelly little twerp who can't handle the fact that I was dealt some tough cards and still managed to grow into a wonderful person. If that's what the universe has planned for either of us, it can shove it up its ass. It is ludicrous, LUDICROUS to me, that anyone could look at a strong young woman who's dealing with her shit and think that that is anything less than very cool and intriguing, or that she has to make herself smaller and less complicated to be acceptable. I know there are plenty of these people out there and someone has to end up with them, but sorry! I refuse to be that bored.

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Suzette's avatar

Amazing and so true. The truth about the wounds a mother can leave is that all of the movies, tv shows and holiday campaigns, let you know that you can never be whole without the love of a 'good' mother. The truth is that we were always whole and their are a lot of people who just pretend they were the apple of their mother's eye. That said, unraveling all that has been knit around you when you were not nurtured as a small person, is the best /hardest work of a lifetime, and will let you love and see people in a way that may be deeper than those who have never know this particularly tight knit sweater dress

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