No matter what I do, nothing is ever good enough for my mother. It's caused a LOT of damage.
Sadly we've now got to the stage where we don't speak and haven't for several years.
I love her. I hate her. I miss her. I blame her. I want her to call. I don't want her to call.
She's still screwing up my life, even though I never speak to her, because her's is the voice in my head that tells me how stupid and rubbish I am.
Oddly enough, it was talking to Jazzy a while ago that helped me realise I'm not the total waste of space my mother thinks I am.
Yet, even knowing that, it's hard to gain the confidence I need, as her voice is still there, criticizing me constantly.
The good thing is...you can either follow in your parents footsteps, or you can break the cycle.
I NEVER hit my kids. I talk to them all the time. I tell them I love them every day. I praise them and tell them I love them.
People are ALWAYS saying what lovely children they are. It's because I always have time for them.
Every cloud has a silver lining.