"Heard anything about _____? Just curious..."
There is nothing casual, nothing to be "just curious" about, in what may turn out to be a terminal disease.
Though my children are both alive, what has happened to them has already been terminal, in a way. Neither child is anywhere near where they would have been in their lives, had these things not happened. The adults I could see so clearly in my children as they grew into adolescence never appeared. That flash of them as I thought they would be can still lay me low, COM. After all these years.
Those people I thought my children were, those futures I was so certain my children would have, are gone, and cannot be recovered.
That is a kind of terminal that has already happened.
Who ever knew you could hurt so much and still
be
alive?
You all know I am going through a thing with my sister. BUT WHAT IN THE WORLD IS THAT, WHEN YOUR OWN SISTER (OR IN MY CASE, YOUR OWN SISTER AND YOUR OWN MOTHER) ARE THAT STUPIDLY MEAN?
Ouch and ouch and ouch.
*****
I get it, that we are supposed to take the high road, that we are supposed to try to believe the best in other people. But over time, we begin to be able to see the differences in the way people interact with us. We can feel that there is something wrong, something we cannot exactly put our fingers on, in the unhealthy interactions. But we are so broken, in the beginning. We begin to speak and cannot stop and the pain of it is overwhelming.
The telling feels dirty and wrong.
There are people who are honestly supportive of me. They give me strong, centered advice. They are in my corner. They will have formed an opinion of difficult child, but they do not hate her. They may judge her actions, but they do not hold her
or me in a hideously sly kind of contempt.
That is the difference.
It is a subtle thing, but once we are alerted to it, we cannot unsee it. We may not be able to define it clearly, but we feel it. For a long time, I felt so badly about everything myself, I questioned and beat myself up so much that it felt ~ I don't know. It didn't seem wrong, somehow, for my mother and my sister to feel that way, too. Now that I am healthier, now that I have all of you to process things with, I recognize the difference.
And what they have done and how they have done it feels like the worst sort of cheap shot.
Cedar
So, I didn't post this right away. In thinking it over, I remembered when we were all talking about "the heart breaking open" and the spiritual growth that attends that process. Then, I remembered how judgmental I was, as a perfectly arrogant young mother of perfect children. So...though I did not hear you condemning your sister COM, I do hear condemnation in my own post.
People, even if they are our sisters or our mothers, cannot be who they are not. If they are fortunate, neither of our sisters will ever know what this feels like. In the interim, what I need to do is acknowledge what is happening, keep myself safe and cherished despite the hurt of it, and not judge anyone else for their response.
That not judging part is really hard, when we've been hurt, when we are disappointed in those we feel we should be able to turn to for support and direction.
The reactions of our families (and friends) can feel like a second betrayal.
I was thinking what I would text back, or what I should have sent back to my sister after her FB stalking, after her questioning of both difficult child and myself, after the beating.
"All is well."
There is a quote somewhere about this. It has something to do with "All is well with my soul. All is well." In the quote, the response, "All is well." had to do with faith that, though we do not see and cannot understand the why of it...all is well, all is happening just as it was meant to.
I am trying to work toward that. But the resentment I feel as I uncover and allow myself to see what is, is a palpable thing. I get it, that part of this is what I feel toward my own kids for what has happened.
It is confusing.
We all do the best we know.