posted on Mar, 14 2017 @ 11:49 AM
So I think enough people have read this that I can finally tell what I was thinking.
It's a goodbye letter to my narcissistic mother who has used and abused every man in her life.
It's a very long story. But it's about finally disconnecting from someone I always thought it was wrong to disconnect from. "Honor the woman who
gave birth to you."
I owe to her for my ability to see through people because of her manipulation. I owe to her my ability to be good at so many things, because I was
forced to do everything for her - and yet was questioned on why I could get no farther in society's eye. I owe to her my ability to choose a good
woman for a wife... I just had to wait for a woman nothing like her.
And I hurt that beautiful woman by constantly serving the one who always demanded more and more and more from me, always taking, until I finally had a
mental and physical breakdown that even I couldn't handle.
Everyone turned against me, until a doctor told my wife, "His mother has done a number on him."
My brothers were smart enough to create a lot of distance. They are doing very well, but even their families see the evidence of this destruction.
I have religion, so I held on longer to the commandment to honor.
Or that was the manipulation used against me, rather.
It's goodbye to the one who gave me flesh, but destroyed my soul.
My wife picks up the pieces, slowly putting them back together with the glue of her love.
There is far too much story to tell. But there is the gist of it.