Guest guest Posted September 21, 2011 Report Share Posted September 21, 2011 My severely bpd 91-yr old mother died last month. I thought 2 things: finally, her demons will stop chasing her, and our hideous relationship is over - she can never hurt me again. Boy, did I underestimate her! She left a 2-page, single spaced hate letter for me, in which she directed me to read it in its entirety. I only read several sentences, but it was enough to boil my blood. It was so vile, so venomous, so disgusting, that I couldn't shred that sucker fast enough. Thank the goddess above that I didn't read the whole thing! How duped I felt. I had read 3 books about bpd mothers and non-bpd adult children; I was trying to gain understanding of her demons and our situation. I went to her funeral in peace. But she couldn't bury the hatchet or just go out in peace. Oh no. She had to stab me one last time. In that one letter, I lost all of the compassion that I had found for her. All I feel is anger, and have the unbelievable realization that she despised me, her own daughter, to the very end. Bpd or no bpd, how can that be?! It is not natural for a mother to despise her child. Her reality was so far from the truth, so narcissistic, such a martyr, such a blamer -- and she had no concern for how I felt, or never even entertained the idea that maybe she was wrong. And she coudn't have been more hurtful in her death. You know, she reaped what she sewed - she pushed me away, wrote hate mail in all of my birthday cards, and then wondered why I no longer called or visited. And why would I? So I could be her doormat? No, many years of therapy later, I was able to do what was better for me - just stay away - no matter how I longed to have a good relationship or a real mother. So to return for her funeral, and to have her take that final jab, ooooooo...that really hurt. But I can't let her " win " . I can't stay angry. I have to get her ghost out of my system. I have to know that she can never, ever hurt me again. So I have to get over this one last assault, and cleanse my system. And so I thank you for having this forum so that I may vent and work on getting these emotions out. Thank you. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted September 23, 2011 Report Share Posted September 23, 2011 Welcome to the Group " S " . I am so sorry you are experiencing this pain. Maybe you can take comfort in the knowledge that you are not the only one who has experienced this " from the grave " kind of hostile behavior from a mentally ill parent. But I have to say that leaving you such a vitriolic letter to read after her death was quite spectacularly cruel and sadistic, since it left you with no way to give her your personal response. I belong to several support groups for the adult survivors of mentally ill, abusive parents, and this or very similar experiences are posted about from time to time. It often takes the form of the disturbed parent having promised to be generous in his or her last will only for the adult child survivor to discover after the parent's death that there is no will, or that the adult child survivor has been left out of the will entirely, or left almost nothing, or left with debts to pay out of the estate that the estate is (sometimes) insufficient to pay. My own personal opinion is that such Witch-like behavior in a parent toward their child is due to psychopathy: the deepest end of the personality-disorder pool. For psychopaths, its all about " winning " . They don't have any empathy or compassion for others, not even for their own child. They feel entitled to mistreat, use and abuse their child, perhaps simply out of boredom. They resent having to care for a child and yet feel their child owes them a life-long debt of gratitude. So, I wish you a great and thorough psychic cleansing of the toxic residue of that letter. You did not deserve it, you didn't deserve to be abused by your mother your whole life, you did not make your mother mentally ill, and letting your memories of her dissolve into oblivion so that she cannot be an active part of your daily life any longer is about the most self-affirming and cleansing thing you can do. My best wishes for finding peace and healing to you, -Annie > > My severely bpd 91-yr old mother died last month. I thought 2 things: finally, her demons will stop chasing her, and our hideous relationship is over - she can never hurt me again. Boy, did I underestimate her! She left a 2-page, single spaced hate letter for me, in which she directed me to read it in its entirety. I only read several sentences, but it was enough to boil my blood. It was so vile, so venomous, so disgusting, that I couldn't shred that sucker fast enough. Thank the goddess above that I didn't read the whole thing! How duped I felt. I had read 3 books about bpd mothers and non-bpd adult children; I was trying to gain understanding of her demons and our situation. I went to her funeral in peace. But she couldn't bury the hatchet or just go out in peace. Oh no. She had to stab me one last time. In that one letter, I lost all of the compassion that I had found for her. All I feel is anger, and have the unbelievable realization that she despised me, her own daughter, to the very end. Bpd or no bpd, how can that be?! It is not natural for a mother to despise her child. Her reality was so far from the truth, so narcissistic, such a martyr, such a blamer -- and she had no concern for how I felt, or never even entertained the idea that maybe she was wrong. And she coudn't have been more hurtful in her death. You know, she reaped what she sewed - she pushed me away, wrote hate mail in all of my birthday cards, and then wondered why I no longer called or visited. And why would I? So I could be her doormat? No, many years of therapy later, I was able to do what was better for me - just stay away - no matter how I longed to have a good relationship or a real mother. So to return for her funeral, and to have her take that final jab, ooooooo...that really hurt. But I can't let her " win " . I can't stay angry. I have to get her ghost out of my system. I have to know that she can never, ever hurt me again. So I have to get over this one last assault, and cleanse my system. And so I thank you for having this forum so that I may vent and work on getting these emotions out. Thank you. > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted September 23, 2011 Report Share Posted September 23, 2011 Thank you for your reponse. I'm not sure why " misery loves company " , but it does help to know that she wasn't the first bpd mother to do this. It's just such a sick thing to do that I gasp at the thought. And yes, she did mess with the will, too. Basically left me nothing worth anything, while the " good child " got everything. However, I did expect that, so, while adding to hurt, it was not such a shock as that letter was. Another thing you mentioned was about the " child owes them a life-long debt of gratitude " . Even with good therapy and a lot of work on my part to rid myself of the guilt she laid on me, I still have trouble with this one. How could I ever show gratitude when every day was a battle of ridiculous accusations, revisionist history, and general crazy-making? And yet, the few good memories I have, I would have liked to share them with her, with gratitude. But that was impossible. I am a spiritual person, and I had hoped the funeral could have been a spiritual experience between us. But I let my guard down, figuring that " it " was over, only to be pelted once again. So that is something I feel was left undone. Thanks again for your kind words. They mean a lot. > > > > My severely bpd 91-yr old mother died last month. I thought 2 things: finally, her demons will stop chasing her, and our hideous relationship is over - she can never hurt me again. Boy, did I underestimate her! She left a 2-page, single spaced hate letter for me, in which she directed me to read it in its entirety. I only read several sentences, but it was enough to boil my blood. It was so vile, so venomous, so disgusting, that I couldn't shred that sucker fast enough. Thank the goddess above that I didn't read the whole thing! How duped I felt. I had read 3 books about bpd mothers and non-bpd adult children; I was trying to gain understanding of her demons and our situation. I went to her funeral in peace. But she couldn't bury the hatchet or just go out in peace. Oh no. She had to stab me one last time. In that one letter, I lost all of the compassion that I had found for her. All I feel is anger, and have the unbelievable realization that she despised me, her own daughter, to the very end. Bpd or no bpd, how can that be?! It is not natural for a mother to despise her child. Her reality was so far from the truth, so narcissistic, such a martyr, such a blamer -- and she had no concern for how I felt, or never even entertained the idea that maybe she was wrong. And she coudn't have been more hurtful in her death. You know, she reaped what she sewed - she pushed me away, wrote hate mail in all of my birthday cards, and then wondered why I no longer called or visited. And why would I? So I could be her doormat? No, many years of therapy later, I was able to do what was better for me - just stay away - no matter how I longed to have a good relationship or a real mother. So to return for her funeral, and to have her take that final jab, ooooooo...that really hurt. But I can't let her " win " . I can't stay angry. I have to get her ghost out of my system. I have to know that she can never, ever hurt me again. So I have to get over this one last assault, and cleanse my system. And so I thank you for having this forum so that I may vent and work on getting these emotions out. Thank you. > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted September 23, 2011 Report Share Posted September 23, 2011 I just wanted to commend you for being a good, faithful daughter. Despite what this monster mother has obviously done to you over years of abuse, you showed up for her funeral and showed everyone who was there that you have human compassion in far greater measure than your parent. Instead of shredding the final letter she left, you actually gave her the benefit of the doubt, and opened and read it. She stayed true to her venomous nature right to the very end, bless her little (very little) heart. You, however, overcame doubts, misgivings and lots more to give it one last try. For this, you deserve the " Good Daughter Gold Medal. " I am so happy she can never, ever happen strike at you again. She has been silenced. Forever. I wish you healing, peace and a lifetime of relief and happiness. Sincerely, AFB > > My severely bpd 91-yr old mother died last month. I thought 2 things: finally, her demons will stop chasing her, and our hideous relationship is over - she can never hurt me again. Boy, did I underestimate her! She left a 2-page, single spaced hate letter for me, in which she directed me to read it in its entirety. I only read several sentences, but it was enough to boil my blood. It was so vile, so venomous, so disgusting, that I couldn't shred that sucker fast enough. Thank the goddess above that I didn't read the whole thing! How duped I felt. I had read 3 books about bpd mothers and non-bpd adult children; I was trying to gain understanding of her demons and our situation. I went to her funeral in peace. But she couldn't bury the hatchet or just go out in peace. Oh no. She had to stab me one last time. In that one letter, I lost all of the compassion that I had found for her. All I feel is anger, and have the unbelievable realization that she despised me, her own daughter, to the very end. Bpd or no bpd, how can that be?! It is not natural for a mother to despise her child. Her reality was so far from the truth, so narcissistic, such a martyr, such a blamer -- and she had no concern for how I felt, or never even entertained the idea that maybe she was wrong. And she coudn't have been more hurtful in her death. You know, she reaped what she sewed - she pushed me away, wrote hate mail in all of my birthday cards, and then wondered why I no longer called or visited. And why would I? So I could be her doormat? No, many years of therapy later, I was able to do what was better for me - just stay away - no matter how I longed to have a good relationship or a real mother. So to return for her funeral, and to have her take that final jab, ooooooo...that really hurt. But I can't let her " win " . I can't stay angry. I have to get her ghost out of my system. I have to know that she can never, ever hurt me again. So I have to get over this one last assault, and cleanse my system. And so I thank you for having this forum so that I may vent and work on getting these emotions out. Thank you. > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted September 23, 2011 Report Share Posted September 23, 2011 I just wanted to commend you for being a good, faithful daughter. Despite what this monster mother has obviously done to you over years of abuse, you showed up for her funeral and showed everyone who was there that you have human compassion in far greater measure than your parent. Instead of shredding the final letter she left, you actually gave her the benefit of the doubt, and opened and read it. She stayed true to her venomous nature right to the very end, bless her little (very little) heart. You, however, overcame doubts, misgivings and lots more to give it one last try. For this, you deserve the " Good Daughter Gold Medal. " I am so happy she can never, ever happen strike at you again. She has been silenced. Forever. I wish you healing, peace and a lifetime of relief and happiness. Sincerely, AFB > > My severely bpd 91-yr old mother died last month. I thought 2 things: finally, her demons will stop chasing her, and our hideous relationship is over - she can never hurt me again. Boy, did I underestimate her! She left a 2-page, single spaced hate letter for me, in which she directed me to read it in its entirety. I only read several sentences, but it was enough to boil my blood. It was so vile, so venomous, so disgusting, that I couldn't shred that sucker fast enough. Thank the goddess above that I didn't read the whole thing! How duped I felt. I had read 3 books about bpd mothers and non-bpd adult children; I was trying to gain understanding of her demons and our situation. I went to her funeral in peace. But she couldn't bury the hatchet or just go out in peace. Oh no. She had to stab me one last time. In that one letter, I lost all of the compassion that I had found for her. All I feel is anger, and have the unbelievable realization that she despised me, her own daughter, to the very end. Bpd or no bpd, how can that be?! It is not natural for a mother to despise her child. Her reality was so far from the truth, so narcissistic, such a martyr, such a blamer -- and she had no concern for how I felt, or never even entertained the idea that maybe she was wrong. And she coudn't have been more hurtful in her death. You know, she reaped what she sewed - she pushed me away, wrote hate mail in all of my birthday cards, and then wondered why I no longer called or visited. And why would I? So I could be her doormat? No, many years of therapy later, I was able to do what was better for me - just stay away - no matter how I longed to have a good relationship or a real mother. So to return for her funeral, and to have her take that final jab, ooooooo...that really hurt. But I can't let her " win " . I can't stay angry. I have to get her ghost out of my system. I have to know that she can never, ever hurt me again. So I have to get over this one last assault, and cleanse my system. And so I thank you for having this forum so that I may vent and work on getting these emotions out. Thank you. > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted September 24, 2011 Report Share Posted September 24, 2011 <<hugs>> sorry, hun. Your nada was a real piece of work. It's stories like these that make me understand how people end up peeing on graves. > > My severely bpd 91-yr old mother died last month. I thought 2 things: finally, her demons will stop chasing her, and our hideous relationship is over - she can never hurt me again. Boy, did I underestimate her! She left a 2-page, single spaced hate letter for me, in which she directed me to read it in its entirety. I only read several sentences, but it was enough to boil my blood. It was so vile, so venomous, so disgusting, that I couldn't shred that sucker fast enough. Thank the goddess above that I didn't read the whole thing! How duped I felt. I had read 3 books about bpd mothers and non-bpd adult children; I was trying to gain understanding of her demons and our situation. I went to her funeral in peace. But she couldn't bury the hatchet or just go out in peace. Oh no. She had to stab me one last time. In that one letter, I lost all of the compassion that I had found for her. All I feel is anger, and have the unbelievable realization that she despised me, her own daughter, to the very end. Bpd or no bpd, how can that be?! It is not natural for a mother to despise her child. Her reality was so far from the truth, so narcissistic, such a martyr, such a blamer -- and she had no concern for how I felt, or never even entertained the idea that maybe she was wrong. And she coudn't have been more hurtful in her death. You know, she reaped what she sewed - she pushed me away, wrote hate mail in all of my birthday cards, and then wondered why I no longer called or visited. And why would I? So I could be her doormat? No, many years of therapy later, I was able to do what was better for me - just stay away - no matter how I longed to have a good relationship or a real mother. So to return for her funeral, and to have her take that final jab, ooooooo...that really hurt. But I can't let her " win " . I can't stay angry. I have to get her ghost out of my system. I have to know that she can never, ever hurt me again. So I have to get over this one last assault, and cleanse my system. And so I thank you for having this forum so that I may vent and work on getting these emotions out. Thank you. > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted September 24, 2011 Report Share Posted September 24, 2011 " It's stories like these that make me understand how people end up peeing on graves. " - LOL!! Oh, yeah. Me too. Reading this whole thread, I just want to say - revenge from beyond the grave is just SO " nada. " ( " I'll get you, my pretty! " ) But we don't have to go to the funeral, we don't have to read the letter, we don't have to give a damn what the old loon thinks. Of course, it's easier if you don't have relatives " expecting " you to pay final respects. Since my mother has blown every dime she's ever made, borrowed from friends and scammed them until they'll have nothing to do with her, and is now feeling entitled to have ME pay her bills (in excess of what she gets from the government) - she has given up any right to a funeral. I've already got the local crematorium's website info printed out, and all I have to do is make that call. There won't be any ceremony or memorial she can use to jab at me again - not sure what I'll do with the ashes. But they sure as hell won't have pride of place on my mantel. Maybe the compost bin. Once we realize that we don't have to care what they think, everything else is just logistics. > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted September 25, 2011 Report Share Posted September 25, 2011 You put a smile on my face! Wow. Love your perspective!!! S > > > > My severely bpd 91-yr old mother died last month. I thought 2 things: finally, her demons will stop chasing her, and our hideous relationship is over - she can never hurt me again. Boy, did I underestimate her! She left a 2-page, single spaced hate letter for me, in which she directed me to read it in its entirety. I only read several sentences, but it was enough to boil my blood. It was so vile, so venomous, so disgusting, that I couldn't shred that sucker fast enough. Thank the goddess above that I didn't read the whole thing! How duped I felt. I had read 3 books about bpd mothers and non-bpd adult children; I was trying to gain understanding of her demons and our situation. I went to her funeral in peace. But she couldn't bury the hatchet or just go out in peace. Oh no. She had to stab me one last time. In that one letter, I lost all of the compassion that I had found for her. All I feel is anger, and have the unbelievable realization that she despised me, her own daughter, to the very end. Bpd or no bpd, how can that be?! It is not natural for a mother to despise her child. Her reality was so far from the truth, so narcissistic, such a martyr, such a blamer -- and she had no concern for how I felt, or never even entertained the idea that maybe she was wrong. And she coudn't have been more hurtful in her death. You know, she reaped what she sewed - she pushed me away, wrote hate mail in all of my birthday cards, and then wondered why I no longer called or visited. And why would I? So I could be her doormat? No, many years of therapy later, I was able to do what was better for me - just stay away - no matter how I longed to have a good relationship or a real mother. So to return for her funeral, and to have her take that final jab, ooooooo...that really hurt. But I can't let her " win " . I can't stay angry. I have to get her ghost out of my system. I have to know that she can never, ever hurt me again. So I have to get over this one last assault, and cleanse my system. And so I thank you for having this forum so that I may vent and work on getting these emotions out. Thank you. > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted September 25, 2011 Report Share Posted September 25, 2011 Geez, love your crematorium plan. It's kind of how I reacted when I heard that nada was going into the hospital a couple of years ago -- I took my " funeral " suit to the cleaners and got it tailored and ready. I was so excited that the funeral was imminent. And then she lasted 2 more years.... S > > > > " It's stories like these that make me understand how people end up peeing on graves. " - LOL!! Oh, yeah. Me too. > > Reading this whole thread, I just want to say - revenge from beyond the grave is just SO " nada. " ( " I'll get you, my pretty! " ) But we don't have to go to the funeral, we don't have to read the letter, we don't have to give a damn what the old loon thinks. Of course, it's easier if you don't have relatives " expecting " you to pay final respects. > > Since my mother has blown every dime she's ever made, borrowed from friends and scammed them until they'll have nothing to do with her, and is now feeling entitled to have ME pay her bills (in excess of what she gets from the government) - she has given up any right to a funeral. I've already got the local crematorium's website info printed out, and all I have to do is make that call. There won't be any ceremony or memorial she can use to jab at me again - not sure what I'll do with the ashes. But they sure as hell won't have pride of place on my mantel. Maybe the compost bin. > > Once we realize that we don't have to care what they think, everything else is just logistics. > > > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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