The Mother I Knew

I wonder where you are now
Do you ever still think of me?
You left your little girl behind
Only I was never yours, was I?
You made it perfectly clear when you walked away
When you abandoned me so easily
They used to say I have your eyes, your hands
Mistaking me for your biological daughter
He took me away from my own mother
And you suddenly appeared in my life
I tried not to, I didn’t want to love you
But somehow I still did and always will
Did you ever really love me
Or was it all just an act
One to make him happy?
Like everyone else who came after
They pretended to, and let me go so easily too

You were never my mother
Yet you were…
The mother I knew

I’m feeling sad and especially fragile today, with lots of memories taking over my mind. I guess it’s normal… It happens. Tried to push them away, but it was too tiring, so now I’m allowing myself to just sit with it for a while. I never really reveal my past in my posts, as I’ve never felt ready or open to it. For some reason though, today I feel like maybe it will help with healing to get it out here.

I wrote this “letter” today to my first stepmother, who was a part of my life for 14 years. I still remember the day she left. I was 17 years old, and home alone after school. She came home early from work and we were standing in the kitchen. She told me that she was leaving my dad. I was shocked, and naturally thought that she was leaving me too. She assured me that she wasn’t, and that I could call her at any time, and we’d go for coffee and shopping sometimes. She told me not to tell my dad that she was at home and leaving, if he happened to phone. He was extremely overprotective (controlling in my opinion) and would regularly check up on me in case I was somewhere or doing something I shouldn’t. She continued packing a bag. My stepsister had run away about a week before that, so a lot of her things were already gone. My stepmom took a few more of my stepsister’s clothes, and wouldn’t tell me where she was. I missed her though. After she had done packing, my heart in pieces, but refusing to cry, she hugged me goodbye. If I had known it would be the last time I’d see her, I would have held on a little longer. But as it was, she ended up pushing me away, and left. True to form, my dad phoned me to see what I was up to and to find out whether I was really at home, but I kept my word and didn’t tell him what had just happened. Oh I wanted to. I wanted to cry and spill the secret, but I had promised not to. I made my voice as normal and calm as possible, we hung up and I cried my eyes out. I felt so guilty. As the hours went by (they seemed to last forever), I got more and more anxious about having to tell him. I didn’t want to have to tell him. He got home, I said hello and tried to find the words. I was shaking inside. Eventually I ripped the band aid off and just told him. He charged to their bedroom, looking in all her cupboards. Then an image that I’ll never get out of my head… He started punching the cupboards and sank down onto the floor, crying and screaming. I’d seen him mad, hit things and people, but I’d never seen him cry. It scared me. I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to go comfort him, but I was afraid he would hurt me. And then my memory goes blank. He attempted suicide a  few times a few days and weeks afterward, but thankfully I was always around to take care of him and phone the ambulance. After his first suicide attempt, I phoned my stepmom that evening and begged her to please come back. She told me she couldn’t and wouldn’t. The next time I phoned her (I was missing her a lot), I got the message “the number you have dialed doesn’t exist”. I thought there was maybe something wrong with the network. But I realized after a few weeks (I’m a slow learner it seems) of getting this same message that she was gone. She had abandoned me too. That she had lied to me. She was gone. The months leading up to this, it had seemed as though we had finally started to develop a good relationship. She was nice to me even when my dad wasn’t around. Maybe she was already planning on leaving.

My stepmom was a mean woman (not a lot of people liked her), and especially to me. She’d be loving and nice to me whenever my dad was around, but as soon as he wasn’t she’d look for any excuse to “discipline” me. Either by physically hurting me, verbally making me feel like shit, withholding things from me, and buying/doing nice things for her daughter in front of me and ignoring me. I would get so confused sometimes. Whenever she was nice to me, I’d think that maybe she really was starting to love me too, only to find I had been wrong… Again. I never learned.

I hated it when my dad had to go away on another business trip, and would sometimes cry and beg him to stay. Even though I didn’t like it when he was there, and wanted to be away from him too. Already a walking contradiction at a young age. He never believed me when I tried to tell him how I was being treated when he wasn’t around, so I learned to keep it to myself eventually. Especially after he involved my stepmom in our conversation and she denied everything and I got a smack for “lying”.

I lost an entire family that day. In one day, with one decision, 14 years worth of relationships just vanished. No one in my step-family wanted to talk to me and my dad. Even the church abandoned us (which started my journey out of Christianity and religion in general). I had lost my grandmother (my best friend) a few months before that, my grandfather 6 months before her, and my step-grandfather 2 months before him. It was a period of way too many losses. How did I handle it all? I don’t know, but handle it I did. Did I cry? Was I hurting? I remember being so busy taking care of my dad and making sure that he’s okay. I remember that. But I don’t remember how I felt. I don’t remember me. Maybe that’s a good thing.

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9 thoughts on “The Mother I Knew

  1. Wow you’ve been through so much! You must be super strong. My dad left the family home when i was about 6 years old and i have no memories from before that time. No memories of him living with us and actually being a dad I still see him but I’m not close with him, I’m no longer the “daddy’s girl” people said I was before he left but I don’t remember that time. My psychiatrist said that i might have been so angry with him for leaving that i blocked all memories from the first 6 years of my life. I’m sorry for the long comment but learning about your first stepmum kind of resonated with me and my dad leaving. Well done on making it this far despite all you’ve been through you have great strength and courage ❤ xx

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    1. I’m so sorry about your dad. *hugs* Please, never apologize for long comments… I like them long, and I appreciate you sharing this with me. 🙂 Just a question… How do you feel about one day possibly remembering everything again? You don’t have to answer if you’re not comfortable doing so. I’m just curious. I’m not sure whether there are things I want to remember, but on the other hand I sometimes feel it might be healing to have certain memories back. So I’m just wondering whether someone else might feel the same way.

      Thank you so much for your kind words. We’re both strong, and can make it through anything. ❤

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      1. I would like to remember because that’s a big part of my life and it may help me work out how to improve my relationship with my dad. I wouldn’t want to remember everything at once though just a bit at a time. I might get overwhelmed if I remembered everything at once. Hope that answers your question 🙂

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        1. Perfect answer. 🙂 That seems the best way… Slowly and little bits at a time. There’s reasons the mind shuts certain things away, so if we had to remember everything we’ve blocked out it might just cause a whole lot more damage. Thanks for answering. 🙂

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  2. Advanced Research Technology

    This recollection of yours reminds me so much of my own past. The bad dad and stepmom thing. You’ve pretty much nailed the details. My abusive stepmom left too. I wasn’t in the equation. I heard about it later. Oh well! I was already off at college.
    My dad remarried, and was abusive as always. This next wife, a sincerely nice person, left too. This one took her daughter with her and hid from my dad. Never saw her again. All your scenarios sound so familiar.
    We will probably never make sense of these portions of our lives. They were nonsensical, people just living for themselves rarely ever make sense.
    What we can do is leave it behind and move into a new life. We are not a product of our parents mistakes. We sometimes need to detach our mental well-being from it and disassociate. This can often be the most healing option for us. We are good. We are not a product of them. We will go on, and we will succeed at being a much better person. 😉

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    1. Wow, what are the chances? 😉 You’re right, we’re not a product of anyone else’s mistakes. We make plenty of own as it is. 😛 One good thing that comes out of all these bad experiences we have in life, is the ability to learn from them. To grow, and become better people. It’s certainly not easy, but nothing worthwhile ever is. Thanks for your comment and for sharing your similar experience. ❤

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  3. Wow you have been through such tough times in your life and your still here strong as ever. I’m soo proud of you! Keep fighting butterfly, I hope life gets better for you! This brings back some memories I want to forget! This post really got to me deeply, I can’t stop crying! Keep fighting and staying strong hun. If you want to to talk im here xx
    -Broken Angel-

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    1. Thank you so much! I really appreciate your beautiful words. I’m sorry this post made brought back memories you’d rather not remember. Sending you hugs. I’m always here for you if you want to talk. My contact page sends messages directly to my email address and I’ll reply from my email so you have it. x ❤

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      1. You’re very welcome and I meant it! I don’t think I can ever be as strong as you! It’s not your fault, you don’t need to apologise. -hugs you back- thank you and I’ll see if I can figure out how to do that as I’m a bit slow with figuring this app out lol. You can message me too if you want x

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