It’s been about 8 years since I spoke to my parents, and about 12 since I spoke to my younger brother. They were all different forms of abusive, addicted, and mentally ill, and life without their bullshit is so much nicer. I don’t have to listen to tirades about how my interests are wrong, or how I didn’t turn out to be the perfect daughter. I don’t have to pretend to accept apologies that are only to make someone else feel better. And I don’t feel pressured to make sure that my mother isn’t feeling hurt or put out by something I do that literally has nothing to do with her.
It was rough for the first few months, but I’d already grieved for the relationships that I wished I’d had and never got. I’m a lot happier without them, and much more able to care for my mental health now.
It’s been about 8 years since I spoke to my parents, and about 12 since I spoke to my younger brother. They were all different forms of abusive, addicted, and mentally ill, and life without their bullshit is so much nicer. I don’t have to listen to tirades about how my interests are wrong, or how I didn’t turn out to be the perfect daughter. I don’t have to pretend to accept apologies that are only to make someone else feel better. And I don’t feel pressured to make sure that my mother isn’t feeling hurt or put out by something I do that literally has nothing to do with her.
It was rough for the first few months, but I’d already grieved for the relationships that I wished I’d had and never got. I’m a lot happier without them, and much more able to care for my mental health now.