The Quiet Part is in the Stars
A Text Exchange Between My Mother and Me
*We start in the middle of the conversation where I'm trying to get her to understand that respecting my boundaries isn't an option, it's necessary to us slowly mending and forming a relationship. First text is my response to her screenshot of her conversation with Chatgpt trying to accept and understand the importance of respecting my boundaries. She's trying. So hard. And I'm 27. I'm so tired of shouting to be heard. My voice is raw, but my nerve is finally calm. As it turns out, speaking to her as if she's my child, has helped immensely. She still needs some love and care, regardless of being the abuser. And sometimes she needs me to just be stern without being mean. So, I'm also focusing on teaching her CONCEPTS. She genuinely doesn't understand them, it seems. However, the concept of disrespect and abuse is the same between the lighter incidents to the more extreme displays of anger. Some people, it may be too late, however I've gone from thinking my Mother is a Narcissist...to maybe Borderline Personality Disorder? Which I have. Along with Bipolar. And a hormonal imbalance. So it hurts to see what I may become to my own children if I don't take my meds and keep my head on straight at all times. Which is a cold, harsh, harsh truth. And I never will. I swear on everything. I never will.*
