{{{{{{{{{{{{{{Jen}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}
I love you, hon. It hurts to watch you hurt so much--and yet I know it's necessary. You have to deal with this crap--and I know it IS crap; I hate that you're saddled with it!--in order to move forward with your life.
The heavens know I have felt ridiculously silly dealing with my old pain and anger at my mother at this age of 51, so I hear you on feeling silly! I keep thinking, "WTF?? I dealt with all this years ago!" but yanno, there are buried layers and they don't come to the top until it's safe to deal with them.
I guess that means you and I are safe now, eh? Even though it doesn't feel that way at all!
About this idea that your mother gave you up out of love, you're right, it's ridiculous. She gave you up because she was forced to. In the 1950s and 60s, girls were commonly forced to.
I will say that there really are some people who give their children up out of love, and do their damnedest to make sure the kids are given to good parents, better parents than they themselves can be. Those people are the ones who grieve, who wonder for the rest of their lives if the kids are okay, who pray for them (or send energy), who never stop loving and never stop hurting. Your mom might not be one of them, there might not be many of them... but they do exist.
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