Aug 14, 2006 00:54
My brother, sisters, and I all got together the weekend before last. Unfortunately my baby sister wasn't able to come.
But one topic of discussion that we was our birth mother. We all remembered how she had told us that one day we would grow up and understand why she did the things she did. Well, we're all grown up now, and I have to say not one of us understands her.
She is this enigma. A being who exists in her own reality. Spinning a huge web of lies with every turn she makes. Some people fear her, some people loathe her, some people pity her.
Her lies used to enrage me. Now I just feel bad for her.
And I think it's funny when people lurk around my live journal and leave comments about what a great mother she was.
If there's one thing I learned from my time at UCSF's Langley-Porter hospital it's this:
Understanding that my mother is crazy will help with my healing. Accepting her despite her mental disease is vital.
But staying away from her and her web of lies is even more vital.
Now go run off and tell her everything I've typed... you know you want to! Oh, and tell her I said "hello" and give her a hug from me.