{"id":3970,"date":"2022-08-08T17:29:32","date_gmt":"2022-08-09T00:29:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/themendproject.com\/?p=3970"},"modified":"2024-11-13T11:17:27","modified_gmt":"2024-11-13T19:17:27","slug":"encontrar-la-libertad-a-traves-de-la-claridad-por-brigid","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/themendproject.com\/es\/finding-freedom-through-clarity-by-brigid\/","title":{"rendered":"Perdiendo a mi madre tras el abuso y encontrando la claridad (La historia de Brigid)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>\u200bFor many, abuse is a well-kept secret.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Esto era cierto para \u201cBrigid\u201d, que creci\u00f3 viendo a su madre sufrir un abuso verbal, emocional y mental constante por parte de su padre.<\/p>\n<p>Ahora, tras el dolor que le provoc\u00f3 la muerte de su madre, ha encontrado la fuerza y la claridad para hablar sobre el abuso que su familia sufri\u00f3.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>En este<a href=\"https:\/\/themendproject.com\/es\/emotional-abuse-stories\/\"> Historia de abuso<\/a>, Aprendr\u00e1s:<\/p>\n<ul>\n<li>C\u00f3mo las v\u00edctimas de abuso muestran una cara valiente al mundo, mientras soportan un abuso emocional oculto<\/li>\n<li>Los efectos nocivos que un padre narcisista tiene sobre su c\u00f3nyuge y sus hijos<\/li>\n<li>El proceso de abuso es complejo y es normal tener sentimientos contradictorios.<\/li>\n<li>La importancia de mantener los l\u00edmites para poner fin al ciclo de abuso<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<p>Esta es su historia.<\/p>\n<h2 style=\"\"><span lang=\"EN\">El secreto<\/span><\/h2>\n<p>Tengo un secreto familiar. Mi hermana tambi\u00e9n tiene un secreto familiar.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Mi madre ten\u00eda un secreto personal.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Se fue demasiado pronto, demasiado r\u00e1pido, y su secreto muri\u00f3 junto con ella.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Pero todav\u00eda estamos viviendo con eso.&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Sentimos la presi\u00f3n de ello en nuestros corazones.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>\u00bfConoces el secreto?&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Realmente dudamos de que usted conozca el alcance de ello, porque mi madre era muy buena en fingir.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Mi hermana y yo podr\u00edamos cont\u00e1rselo, quiz\u00e1s tras una o dos copas, pero es dif\u00edcil compartirlo en voz alta y al final podr\u00eda parecer que somos ambas v\u00edctimas tristes y zorras sin coraz\u00f3n al mismo tiempo... si eso siquiera puede coexistir.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>No podemos encontrar la manera de contarte este secreto sin dolor, ira, un coraz\u00f3n lleno de odio y una lengua vengativa, tan pronto como la muerte de mam\u00e1.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Pero voy a intentar compartir gran parte de ello aqu\u00ed mismo... en papel.<\/p>\n<h2 style=\"\">We Were Taught \u200b\u200bto Ignore It<\/h2>\n<p>Probablemente no sabes nada porque yo vengo de una larga l\u00ednea de mujeres fuertemente femeninas y sabemos c\u00f3mo aguantar las adversidades.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Nuestra piel tuvo que ser fuerte. Y nuestras emociones estuvieron bajo control. Gracias a mam\u00e1, por mam\u00e1, y a la forma en que mam\u00e1 nos lo mostr\u00f3\u2026 nosotros\u2026 seguimos\u2026 juntos\u2026 \u00a1PERIOD!.&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>\u00a1Y d\u00e9jenme decirles que TODOS\u2014y quiero decir TODOS\u2014AMARON A NUESTRA MADRE!&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Ten\u00eda una aura que atra\u00eda a la gente, su risa y sonrisa eran su sello distintivo y ten\u00eda una manera sencilla que hac\u00eda que la gente se sintiera libre de ser ella misma, incluso en un centro de quimioterapia para pacientes hospitalizados.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Lo digo ahora, consciente de que ella dej\u00f3 que otros fueran lo mejor de s\u00ed mismos porque eso le permit\u00eda ocultar la miseria que viv\u00eda sola.<\/p>\n<p>Entonces, \u00bfcu\u00e1l es el secreto por el que mi hermana y yo nos sentimos abrumados todos los d\u00edas?&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>\u00bfQu\u00e9 ha tenido que escuchar, ver, leer, vivir y sufrir ella y yo durante m\u00e1s de 40 a\u00f1os, algo que nuestra madre siempre nos ped\u00eda que \u201csolo lo ignor\u00e1ramos\u201d?<\/p>\n<p>Nuestra madre fue abusada durante m\u00e1s de 43 a\u00f1os por nuestro padre. Fue su prisionera, verbalmente, mentalmente y emocionalmente.<\/p>\n<p><em>Respire profundamente.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>\u00bfPor qu\u00e9? \u00bfC\u00f3mo? \u00bfNo ten\u00edas ni idea?&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Bueno, nuestro padre tiene la forma m\u00e1s dura y fea (mis propios adjetivos \u201cno m\u00e9dicos ni t\u00e9cnicos\u201d) del trastorno de personalidad narcisista.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Si no est\u00e1s familiarizado con este diagn\u00f3stico, probablemente pensaras: \u201cOh, bueno, supuse que hab\u00eda algo malo con \u00e9l; es un tipo raro\u201d.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>\u00bfEs un narcisista? \u00bfSolo se preocupa por s\u00ed mismo? \u00bfCreer que es mejor que los dem\u00e1s? Todos conocemos a personas as\u00ed.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Pero si realmente sabes lo que este trastorno de personalidad puede hacer a un c\u00f3nyuge y a la familia, entonces apuesto a que tu instinto ha dado un giro repentino.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Y lamento profundamente si usted se identifica personalmente con mi historia.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h3 style=\"\"><strong>Mi padre abus\u00f3 de mi madre<\/strong><\/h3>\n<p>Mi madre fue v\u00edctima de abusos verbales y emocionales por parte de mi padre durante los 43 a\u00f1os que estuvieron casados y, \u00bfdamos la cara? \u2014probablemente durante los a\u00f1os previos a su boda\u2014.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Seg\u00fan mi padre:<\/p>\n<ul>\n<li>Mi madre era gorda y mesera<\/li>\n<li>Ella gast\u00f3 demasiado dinero<\/li>\n<li>Era obstinada y mentirosa<\/li>\n<li>Ella lo implor\u00f3 que se casara con ella.<\/li>\n<li>Ella ten\u00eda un juicio pobre en las relaciones con los amigos y hab\u00eda maltratado a sus hijos.<\/li>\n<li>Su padre era aburrido, su madre era ego\u00edsta y sus hermanos eran idiotas.<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<p>\u00a1Oh Dios m\u00edo, y esos son los temas generales, como recuerdo haberlos escuchado.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Seguro que hay muchas otras situaciones \u00fanicas de desagrado. Fue solo un d\u00eda t\u00edpico de comentarios abusivos dirigidos a ella en nuestra casa. Todos los d\u00edas. Todas las noches.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h3 style=\"\"><strong>C\u00f3mo parec\u00eda su abuso<\/strong><\/h3>\n<p>Tambi\u00e9n sab\u00eda c\u00f3mo hacer da\u00f1o a ella y a nosotros, los ni\u00f1os, sin ser tan directo.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Ella planificaba las vacaciones y los viajes, pero \u00e9l se desilusionaba al \u00faltimo momento.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Compraba entradas para conciertos de m\u00fasica y la hac\u00eda asistir a ellos a pesar de que ten\u00eda otros planes.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Le compraba regalos que eran beneficiosos para \u00e9l.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Sal\u00eda a cenar con ella solo para poder comer lo que quer\u00eda.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Le dec\u00eda que era una cat\u00f3lica mala porque no pod\u00eda asistir a la misa dominical como \u00e9l.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Ignoraba intencionalmente a nuestra familia, a nuestros amigos o a los invitados que visitaban nuestra casa.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>A todos nos daba a menudo el \u201ctratamiento silencioso\u201d, pero era m\u00e1s doloroso durante ocasiones especiales como la graduaci\u00f3n de la universidad o el \u00faltimo D\u00eda de la Madre de mam\u00e1 antes de su muerte.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Dir\u00eda que los momentos finales m\u00e1s llamativos y repugnantes llegaron cuando mi madre fue diagnosticada con c\u00e1ncer terminal en etapa 4.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Se neg\u00f3 a llevarla al hospital para recibir tratamiento porque estaba demasiado lejos.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Culparon a mi hermana y a m\u00ed de convencer a nuestra madre de ir all\u00ed para recibir tratamiento cuando ella no hab\u00eda sido \u201ccurada\u201d.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Nos dijo que la hab\u00edamos matado.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Se quej\u00f3 y se quej\u00f3 a mi madre de que no consegu\u00eda los medicamentos para el dolor que le recetaban cada d\u00eda en la farmacia.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Era visiblemente enojado porque no pod\u00eda cocinar en la casa debido al olor, que la hac\u00eda enfermarse.&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>No ten\u00eda ni cuidadora en casa. Debido a esto, hacia el final de su vida, intent\u00f3 cuidar a su propia persona terminalmente enferma por su cuenta.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Fue desgarrador darse cuenta y reconocerlo.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Despu\u00e9s de su \u00faltima estancia en el hospital, la hicimos cambiar de opini\u00f3n y la llevamos a un centro de cuidados paliativos con una cama c\u00e1lida, un personal amable y un lugar donde pudimos sentarnos a su lado en paz.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Ser\u00eda mejor para ella que se fuera a casa a \u00e9l. Ella estuvo de acuerdo.<\/p>\n<h2 style=\"\"><strong>Memorias de la infancia<\/strong><\/h2>\n<p>Desde que puedo recordar, escucho a mi padre decir cosas terribles sobre mi madre.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Ya a los 5 a\u00f1os me sent\u00ed avergonzado porque ella era \u201cm\u00e1s pesada\u201d que las mam\u00e1s de mis amigas.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Ahora, como madre de mediana edad, me fijo en el pasado y me pregunto \u00bfPOR QU\u00c9, en una edad tan joven (o en cualquier otra ocasi\u00f3n, \u00bfverdad?) me avergonc\u00e9 tanto de mi madre?&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Era hermosa, generosa y sin duda especial.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>En realidad, yo era el ni\u00f1o afortunado con mi mam\u00e1. Mi mam\u00e1 era la persona a la que todos mis amigos adoraban y con la que disfrutaban estar cerca, pero entonces no logr\u00e9 crear esa conexi\u00f3n.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Porque todo lo que escuchaba en casa de mi padre era:, <em>entrado en mi cabeza,<\/em> Era que ella era gorda y mesera, y que podr\u00eda acabar siendo como ella.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Es decir, cuando eres peque\u00f1o, conf\u00edas en lo que dicen tus padres, \u00bfverdad?&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Aprendes de tus padres c\u00f3mo tratar a los dem\u00e1s, c\u00f3mo hablar con ellos, c\u00f3mo verlos, \u00bfverdad?&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h2 style=\"\"><strong>Las falsas narrativas de mi padre<\/strong><\/h2>\n<p>Siempre pens\u00e9 que ten\u00edamos muy poco dinero porque escuchaba constantemente que mi madre gastaba demasiado y acumulaba deudas con sus tarjetas de cr\u00e9dito.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Crec\u00ed escuchando que ella suplicaba a mi padre que se casara con ella y lloraba cuando \u00e9l no quer\u00eda.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Crec\u00ed escuchando que su apellido de soltera, de origen alem\u00e1n, significaba \u201csobrepeso, perezoso, cabeza dura\u201d\u2026 nieta de un carnicero.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Crec\u00ed escuchando c\u00f3mo una persona terrible era mi abuela (la madre de mi madre). Que era ego\u00edsta y que mi madre deber\u00eda odiarla.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Crec\u00ed enfrentada a mi hermana en todos los sentidos. Si no estaba del lado bueno de mi padre, \u00e9l se pon\u00eda de lado de mi hermana y viceversa.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Crec\u00ed con la costumbre de que \u00e9l odiara a nuestros vecinos, a nuestros amigos cercanos de la familia y a mis amigos de la escuela secundaria\u2014pero nunca entend\u00ed por qu\u00e9.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>\u00bfHab\u00eda algo malo en todas esas personas? \u00bfCon <em>\u00bfYo?<\/em> Supongo que s\u00ed.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Fue un per\u00edodo de 40 a\u00f1os de odio hacia mi madre, mi hermana, m\u00ed mismo y a quienes am\u00e1bamos.<\/p>\n<p><em>\u201cIgn\u00f3ralo\u201d,\u201d <\/em>Mi madre me lo dec\u00eda una y otra vez: cuando fuera mayor y fuera de casa, ver\u00eda que su comportamiento era abusivo y no era saludable para ninguno de nosotros.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Me dol\u00eda m\u00e1s veces de lo que pod\u00eda contar gracias a \u00e9l.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Le ped\u00ed a mi madre que lo dejara muchas veces.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>\u00bfC\u00f3mo podr\u00eda tratar a su esposa y a sus hijas de esa manera mientras va a la iglesia como un cat\u00f3lico \u201cdevoto\u201d?&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong><span style=\"--tcb-applied-color: rgb(155, 124, 59)   !important; color: rgb(155, 124, 59) !important;\">Era el m\u00e1ximo hip\u00f3crita<\/span>.<\/strong> Pero...<em>\u201c\u00a1Ign\u00f3ralo!\u201d.\u201d<\/em>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h2 style=\"\"><strong>Los efectos especiales<\/strong><\/h2>\n<p>Como joven adulta, me di cuenta de que no sab\u00eda c\u00f3mo tener relaciones saludables con los dem\u00e1s.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>\u00c9l <em>Siempre <\/em>Ten\u00eda una opini\u00f3n sobre alguien.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Esto afect\u00f3 mi capacidad de disfrutar abiertamente, confiar, simpatizar y expresarme como yo mismo en presencia de las personas.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Pas\u00e9 a\u00f1os enojado y frustrado porque simplemente no pod\u00eda dejar de tener miedo de socializar y de abrirme realmente a los dem\u00e1s.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Mi cerebro estaba programado para pensar lo peor de m\u00ed mismo y de los dem\u00e1s, lo cual, al conocer a nuevas personas, no aportaba mucho combustible para fomentar amistades duraderas.<\/p>\n<h2 style=\"\"><strong>Lamento <span style=\"text-transform: none !important;\">a<\/span>Nuestras preguntas<\/strong><\/h2>\n<p>La mam\u00e1 ya no est\u00e1. Se fue con un dolor terrible, mentalmente paralizada y con la intenci\u00f3n de morir porque no hab\u00eda ning\u00fan milagro para curarla.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Nuestra hermosa y plena de vida mam\u00e1.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>En los cincuenta a\u00f1os de su vida alcanz\u00f3 su punto m\u00e1ximo de \u00e9xito y pas\u00f3 m\u00e1s tiempo con sus nietos.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Pas\u00f3 poco tiempo en casa con mi padre mientras constru\u00eda su propia vida (aunque m\u00e1s tarde en la vida). As\u00ed que s\u00ed, es dif\u00edcil tener fe en estos d\u00edas, ya que ella fue asesinada cuando estaba en su apogeo.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Y as\u00ed, ella estaba tan enferma que ya no hab\u00eda tiempo para hablar m\u00e1s de \u00e9l.\u201c&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>No hay tiempo para preguntar: \u00bfpor qu\u00e9 permaneciste, \u00bfpor qu\u00e9 toleraste este abuso, \u00bfpor qu\u00e9 no lo dejaste para ti... \u00bfpara nosotros?&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Mi hermana y yo tenemos preguntas que nunca, jam\u00e1s ser\u00e1n respondidas.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Ya no tenemos la oportunidad de decirle que no merec\u00eda ser tratada de esa manera.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Nos cuesta seguir adelante sin mam\u00e1, nuestra protectora, que soportaba la mayor parte del odio que recib\u00eda todo el tiempo.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>\u00bfQu\u00e9 toler\u00f3 ella? \u00bfC\u00f3mo pudo permitir que \u00e9l dijera lo que dijo a ella y a nosotros, los ni\u00f1os, o a nuestros amigos?&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>\u00bfPor qu\u00e9 \u201csolo ignorarlo\u201d?\u201d&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Y aqu\u00ed es cuando quiz\u00e1s entra en juego ser una zorra sin coraz\u00f3n... <em>\u00bfc\u00f3mo no podr\u00edamos sentirnos como si el padre que no era el nuestro hubiera muerto?<\/em><\/p>\n<h2 style=\"\"><strong>Bordes <span style=\"text-transform: none !important;\">a<\/span>Reconociendo <span style=\"text-transform: none !important;\">t<\/span>la Verdad<\/strong><\/h2>\n<p>Dicen que hay que establecer un l\u00edmite entre uno mismo y un c\u00f3nyuge o un padre narcisista.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Defina l\u00edmites y reconozca que el amor nunca ser\u00e1 rec\u00edproco con ellos.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>De hecho, ni siquiera puedo decir \u2018amor\u2019 y pensar en mi padre sin sentirme enojada.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Cuando eres un ni\u00f1o, no tienes ni idea de que no eres amado incondicionalmente.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Sup\u00f3n que tus padres te quieren.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Es una cuesti\u00f3n de hecho, \u00bfverdad?&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Solo ahora, cuando podemos \u201cdiagnosticarlo\u201d, vemos lo que significa el amor para \u00e9l: lo que puede obtener a trav\u00e9s de la culpa, la manipulaci\u00f3n, el comportamiento ego\u00edsta y el lenguaje.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Dicen que los narcisistas son grandes actores, y \u00e9l es bueno. Ha convencido a mucha gente de que es un buen hombre.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h2 style=\"\"><strong>Protegiendo la memoria de nuestra madre<\/strong><\/h2>\n<p>Ahora tenemos que proteger a nuestros hijos de \u00e9l, para que nunca oigan lo que realmente piensa de los dem\u00e1s, de modo que nunca puedan ser manipulados entre s\u00ed.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>As\u00ed que recordar\u00e1n a nuestra mam\u00e1 en sus corazones como la mejor Mimi del mundo.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Y es dif\u00edcil. Nos criamos con nuestros abuelos y quer\u00edamos que nuestros hijos tuvieran la misma experiencia.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Sin embargo, mam\u00e1 muere y perdemos a ambos padres.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Este hecho no pasa inadvertido para ninguno de nosotros.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Mi hija siempre me lo recuerda.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Parece diferente desde su punto de vista: <em>\u201cOh\u2026 esas terribles hijas que no hablan con su padre cuando este est\u00e1 muy triste por la p\u00e9rdida de su esposa. Oh\u2026 esas terribles hijas que no dejan que sus esposos o sus hijos vean a su padre y tengan una relaci\u00f3n con \u00e9l.\u201d<\/em>&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Al igual que nuestra madre, no queremos que nuestros motivos para establecer nuestros l\u00edmites nos hagan parecer malos o incluso d\u00e9biles.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>No somos d\u00e9biles de forma externa, y ciertamente no somos malas hijas, mujeres ni madres.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Pero nuevamente, si no conoc\u00edas esta informaci\u00f3n privilegiada, podr\u00edas pensar que las cosas son como \u00e9l las describe.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h2 style=\"\"><strong>Un narcisista a primera vista<\/strong><\/h2>\n<p>Si conocieras un poco a mi padre, quiz\u00e1 pensar\u00eda que era un poco raro, peculiar e introvertido.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Probablemente te has preguntado c\u00f3mo nuestra madre pod\u00eda aguantar su comportamiento aparentemente extra\u00f1o, pero probablemente no ten\u00edas ni idea de este abuso.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Y eso <em>era <\/em>40+ a\u00f1os de abuso.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Mi hermana y yo fuimos v\u00edctimas de abusos al o\u00edrlo, verlo y recibirlo.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Siempre nos dec\u00eda que \u00e9ramos \u2018tan parecidos a ella\u2019.\u2019&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Esto significaba que \u00e9ramos gordos, perezosos, gast\u00e1bamos demasiado dinero, ten\u00edamos una mentalidad muy r\u00edgida, etc. Probablemente estamos bastante desorganizados simplemente tratando de ignorar todo lo que nos ha inculcado \u00e9l en nuestras mentes.<\/p>\n<h2 style=\"\"><strong>Terapia <span style=\"text-transform: none !important;\">a<\/span>ND Los \u00faltimos a\u00f1os de mi madre<\/strong><\/h2>\n<p>Mi terapeuta dijo que me ve\u00eda bastante arreglada.\u201c&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>En mi primera consulta, me sent\u00ed fuera de lugar.&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Estaba tranquilo, relajado y concentrado. Es lo que me han ense\u00f1ado a hacer.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Me fui al psic\u00f3logo para tratar de manejar las duras emociones de dolor mental y f\u00edsico que hab\u00eda estado experimentando tras la muerte de mi madre, emociones que simplemente no me sent\u00eda bien.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Despu\u00e9s de varias sesiones, me doy cuenta de que podr\u00edamos haber dedicado una hora a ese dolor y muchas m\u00e1s horas tratando de dar sentido a la conducta de mi padre.&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Mi terapeuta fue muy r\u00e1pido en ayudarme a entender c\u00f3mo me sent\u00eda al perder a mi mam\u00e1, la \u201csanta\u201d. Todo lo que ten\u00eda que hacer era hablar de su vida antes de que se enfermara, cuando se dedicaba al trabajo, a los viajes, a los amigos y a los nietos.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Ella ayud\u00f3 a encubrir lo que mi madre realmente hac\u00eda durante sus \u00faltimos 10+ a\u00f1os, viviendo finalmente su mejor vida SIN \u00e9l. Haciendo lo que amaba SIN \u00e9l.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Disfrutando de los fines de semana con la familia o los nietos lejos de \u00e9l.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Fue una manera \u00fatil de reenfocar la tristeza que sent\u00eda por la dureza que mi padre hab\u00eda demostrado hacia mi padre durante tanto tiempo, y por su muerte tan abrupta.&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Ella hab\u00eda estado poniendo deliberadamente una barrera entre \u00e9l y ella, y estoy 100% segura de que \u00e9l ni siquiera lo sab\u00eda. \u00a1Ah! En realidad, me encanta esa parte. Me hace sonre\u00edr y me da un gran alivio.<\/p>\n<p>Mi madre hizo a sus mejores amigas m\u00e1s tarde en su vida, cuando viv\u00eda su vida \u201cmejor\u201d.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Viaj\u00f3 por trabajo y con estos amigos. \u00a1Estaba viva!&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Estaba lejos de mi padre. Estaba prosperando.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Durante este tiempo, me dijo que le hab\u00eda contado todo a su mejor amiga, pero no lo explic\u00f3 en detalle.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Me pregunto qu\u00e9 significaba eso.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>En este momento tengo miedo de saber si mam\u00e1 realmente se lo cont\u00f3 a ella sobre mi padre, pero m\u00e1s bien que en absoluto no se lo cont\u00f3.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h2 style=\"\"><strong>Intentando entender<\/strong><\/h2>\n<p>Intento alg\u00fan d\u00eda preguntar a la familia de mi padre si le pas\u00f3 algo cuando era ni\u00f1o. Si su familia o alguien lo abus\u00f3 de alguna manera.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Si alguien en su escuela cat\u00f3lica lo abus\u00f3.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Si alguien lo sabe <em>cualquier cosa <\/em>sobre la historia de su familia en cuanto a salud mental, abuso o trastornos de la personalidad.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Debo pensar que ha habido un ciclo generacional de abuso y enfermedad mental desde los rumores pasados sobre mis abuelos.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Seg\u00fan lo que comprendo a trav\u00e9s de la terapia y la investigaci\u00f3n personal, el trastorno de personalidad narcisista puede desarrollarse en la infancia cuando el ni\u00f1o tiene un nivel de afecto o apoyo emocional limitado y desarrolla un odio hacia s\u00ed mismo.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>No fueron educados con amor, por lo que no aman a s\u00ed mismos y, por lo tanto, no pueden amar a los dem\u00e1s.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Pero pueden fingir amor si eso les sirve y usarlo como manipulaci\u00f3n para lograr sus objetivos.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Quiz\u00e1s es porque \u00e9l era el menor de ocho hermanos, o porque su padre era un bebedor, o porque naci\u00f3 con un ojo cruzado.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Quiz\u00e1s fue provocado por un mal viaje con LSD.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>\u00bfD\u00f3nde y cu\u00e1ndo se desarroll\u00f3 este trastorno de personalidad?&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Una parte de m\u00ed quiere saber, quiere una raz\u00f3n para su mente, coraz\u00f3n y alma turbados.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Ha sido \u00fatil dar un nombre a por qu\u00e9 es el \u201ctipo de persona\u201d que es, as\u00ed que vamos a escuchar por qu\u00e9.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Otra parte de m\u00ed tiene miedo de escuchar posibles traumas de su infancia. Ugh, es mi sangre tambi\u00e9n, \u00bfverdad? Pero algo lo ha hecho as\u00ed.<\/p>\n<p>Independientemente... \u00e9l nunca cambiar\u00e1.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Los narcisistas no reconocen que algo est\u00e9 mal en ellos y rara vez buscan tratamiento psicol\u00f3gico.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Ellos son las v\u00edctimas todo el tiempo.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Mi padre afirma que es la v\u00edctima tras la p\u00e9rdida de su esposa. Lo utiliza para mostrar demasiado su \u201camor\u201d por su esposa, su \u201c\u00fanica y verdadera\u201d, su \u201c\u00e1ngel\u201d.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u00c9l es una v\u00edctima porque tiene dos hijas que no hablan con \u00e9l y mantienen a sus familias alejadas de \u00e9l. \u00c9l siempre ser\u00e1 la v\u00edctima.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>La gente siente l\u00e1stima por la v\u00edctima. Ofrece amor a la v\u00edctima sin pedir nada a cambio.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Supuestamente am\u00f3 a mi madre tan profundamente que nunca lo superar\u00e1.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Pero \u00e9l no sabe c\u00f3mo amar. No es posible.<\/p>\n<h2 style=\"\"><strong>Conseguir un acuerdo<\/strong><\/h2>\n<p>Bueno, entonces soy una persona muy sensible.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Quiero sentir empat\u00eda con su infancia y con las cosas que no estaban bajo su control y que hicieron que \u00e9l fuera como es.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Quiero orar y llorar por que sea el padre y abuelo que necesitamos en nuestras vidas sin la mam\u00e1.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Quiero amar al abuelo que se uni\u00f3 a su familia durante una semana en Disney y fue divertido, pod\u00eda re\u00edr y bail\u00f3 para su cumplea\u00f1os n\u00famero 60 en el luau polinesio (un momento raro de normalidad familiar).&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Quiero decirle que estoy agradecido de que \u00e9l sea el motivo por el que conozco cada palabra de todas las canciones de la \u00e9poca setenta, y que uno de mis recuerdos m\u00e1s queridos de la infancia fue cuando nos instalamos en casa con cable y pusimos MTV por primera vez, solo los dos.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>O por el hecho de que la \u00fanica raz\u00f3n por la que jug\u00e1bamos deportes era porque \u00e9ramos atl\u00e9ticos como \u00e9l.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>C\u00f3mo me encantaban las reuniones familiares anuales de verano, cuando com\u00edamos la comida h\u00fangara de mi abuela y sentirme parte de una gran familia era algo muy especial.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Quiero decirle que est\u00e1 bien que tuviera una condici\u00f3n ocular desde peque\u00f1o, y que lo vi cuando edit\u00f3 su foto de beb\u00e9 para que no se viera su ojo ciego. Literalmente, es desgarrador ver que hizo eso.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Y entre \u00e9l y mam\u00e1\u2026 \u00e9l era el fot\u00f3grafo, el que hac\u00eda \u00e1lbumes familiares, el nost\u00e1lgico que nos regalaba los libros de cuentos para que nuestros hijos los guardaran.<\/p>\n<p>Quiero decirle que me duele que sea como es, y que entiendo que no puede hacer nada al respecto, que tiene un trastorno.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Pero todos esos sentimientos chocan con el terrible dolor que siento por mi madre y por nosotros y luego <em>Todo lo que quiero<\/em> Para seguir adelante, \u00e9l tiene que admitir la maldad y dejar de ser malvado, y cambiar a un padre y abuelo amorosos... pero esas expectativas simplemente nunca suceder\u00e1n.<\/p>\n<p>\u00a1SIEMPRE!.&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Me vuelvo vulnerable al ciclo de abuso de nuevo cuando me siento demasiado flojo.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Cuando me manipulan esos recuerdos.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Si desbloqueo los mensajes de texto y el mensajero de Facebook o abro los l\u00edmites que he establecido de alguna manera\u2026 el derramamiento verbal de culpa, odio y maldad vuelve a estar frente a m\u00ed.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Nunca se detendr\u00e1, y por eso tiene que permanecer \u201cbloqueado\u201d.\u201d&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>El l\u00edmite que eleg\u00ed. Solo yo puedo controlarlo y mantenerlo en su lugar.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h2 style=\"\"><strong>Reflexiones<\/strong><\/h2>\n<p>Es confuso, \u00bfverdad?&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Quiz\u00e1s mam\u00e1 se sinti\u00f3 compasiva con \u00e9l. Quiz\u00e1s por eso no lo dej\u00f3 irse.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Permanecer con \u00e9l requer\u00eda una fuerza literal de Supermujer.<\/p>\n<p>La rogu\u00e9 durante a\u00f1os que se fuera. Nos peleamos por ello. Pregunt\u00e9 si nos amaba, ya que no hizo nada cuando le dije que \u00e9l era un hombre violento.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>M\u00e1s tarde aprend\u00ed que no era as\u00ed como nos deb\u00edan tratar, que ella merec\u00eda m\u00e1s. Luego ella se enferm\u00f3 y el tiempo para resolver el problema se vio interrumpido.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>No hay necesidad de hablar de ello m\u00e1s. No hab\u00eda tiempo para decirle que era un abusador, que ella merec\u00eda algo mejor durante tantos a\u00f1os.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Lo \u00fanico que pudimos hacer mi hermana y yo fue darle amor y apoyo durante sus \u00faltimos d\u00edas.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Una vez dijo que si le sucediera algo antes que \u00e9l, \u00e9l no tendr\u00eda m\u00e1s relaci\u00f3n con sus hijas.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Ella ten\u00eda raz\u00f3n. Sab\u00eda que ten\u00edamos la capacidad de poner el l\u00edmite sin ella.&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Porque cuando ellos viv\u00edan juntos, si quer\u00edamos ver a mam\u00e1 ten\u00edamos que ver a pap\u00e1. No hab\u00eda manera de evitarlo.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>A menudo me preguntaba por qu\u00e9 hac\u00eda algo bueno por \u00e9l porque \u00e9l era tan ingrato. Ella dec\u00eda: \u201cPorque te quieres mucho a tu madre\u201d. Ugh, muy conmovedor.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Todos nosotros somos creados por nuestro entorno.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Tenemos que querer vivir de otra manera si ese entorno es perjudicial. Tenemos que querer poner fin al abuso generacional.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Debemos reconocer el abuso y la enfermedad mental y recibir tratamiento.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Tenemos que admitir que est\u00e1 ah\u00ed, y que no es saludable ignorarlo. Y no sentir que tenemos que mantenerlo en secreto.<\/p>\n<p>Tu capacidad para llorar es \u00fanica para un narcisista.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Puede que exteriormente muestres una persona triste por haber perdido a tu amor, pero la VERDAD es que est\u00e1s lamentando lo que podr\u00edas haber hecho por esa persona amada o lo que esa persona te ha ofrecido.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>As\u00ed que, cuando mi padre habla p\u00fablicamente sobre c\u00f3mo perdi\u00f3 a la persona que amaba m\u00e1s que a nada en el mundo, mi madre (aunque nunca, NI UNOS SEGUNDO, la escuch\u00e9 decir que la quer\u00eda o que estaban enamorados) realmente est\u00e1 llorando porque perdi\u00f3 la capacidad de abusar y manipularla.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Fue una parte enorme de su vida y de su relaci\u00f3n con ella. Est\u00e1 pasando por un proceso de duelo por la p\u00e9rdida de lo que ella podr\u00eda haber sido o hacer por \u00e9l... su cocinera, su compa\u00f1era de cena, su cuidadora de perros, su cuidador, su bolsa de boxeo... \u00a1TODO lo que no tiene nada que ver con una respuesta amorosa y emocional a la p\u00e9rdida de alguien!.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Tambi\u00e9n he llegado a comprender, y quiz\u00e1s \u00e9l tambi\u00e9n lo haya hecho, que perdi\u00f3 la capacidad de abusar de sus hijas.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Al \u201cbloquearlo\u201d de comunicarse con nosotros, no puede ser malicioso, criticar, o quejarse directamente hacia nosotros o sobre nosotros.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h2 style=\"\"><strong>Sentimientos complejos<\/strong><\/h2>\n<p>No amo ni siquiera a mi padre.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>OUCH. Pero tampoco dir\u00e9 que lo odie.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Los sentimientos asociados con \u00e9l son complejos y dif\u00edciles de expresar con palabras.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Pero, sinceramente, mi hermana y yo sentimos odio y ira hacia \u00e9l.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<ul>\n<li>No queremos hablar con \u00e9l por temor a sus palabras.&nbsp;<\/li>\n<li>No queremos sus regalos por temor a la manipulaci\u00f3n.&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/li>\n<li>No queremos que est\u00e9 cerca de nuestros hijos por miedo<a href=\"https:\/\/themendproject.com\/es\/emotional-abuse-stories\/\"> confusi\u00f3n<\/a>.&nbsp;<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<h2 style=\"\"><strong>Los l\u00edmites que mantenemos<\/strong><\/h2>\n<p>Est\u00e1 bloqueado intencionalmente en los tel\u00e9fonos y las redes sociales de todos sus familiares.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>No es invitado a nuestras casas ni ha visitado ninguna de ellas.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>De esta manera, ha perdido su capacidad de infligir da\u00f1o a nosotros porque hemos elegido poner nuestros l\u00edmites.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Tenemos la suerte de tener esposos amorosos y padres maravillosos para nuestros hijos, y podemos poner fin al ciclo de abuso que sufr\u00eda \u00e9l ahora mismo.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Y lo estamos haciendo.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Pero quiz\u00e1s, s\u00f3lo quiz\u00e1s, <em>usted <\/em>\u00a1Obt\u00e9nlo!.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Quiz\u00e1s no somos hijas terribles.&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Quiz\u00e1s, al igual que mam\u00e1, somos fuertes... como ella, en su honor y como modelos a seguir para sus nietas a quienes AM\u00d3 MUCHO. As\u00ed que quiz\u00e1 nunca sientan lo que nosotros sentimos.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h2 style=\"\"><strong>En su honor<\/strong><\/h2>\n<p>Somos hijas, madres y esposas maravillosas... como ella, en honor a ella y en su honor.<\/p>\n<p>Para ti, amigo o extra\u00f1o... Creo que a mi mam\u00e1 no le importar\u00eda que compartiera lo que ella no comparti\u00f3. Espero que vea que quiero romper este ciclo para todos nosotros. Ahora mismo.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Uno de los \u00faltimos mensajes que le escrib\u00ed a mi madre fue cuando le dije: \u201cEres muy fuerte\u201d.\u201d&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Ella respondi\u00f3: \u201dTambi\u00e9n lo eres\u201d.\u201d&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Te quiero, mam\u00e1.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u200bFor many, abuse is a well-kept secret.&nbsp; This was true for \u201cBrigid\u201d who grew up watching her mother experience constant verbal, emotional, and mental abuse from her father. Now, in the wake of grief following her mother\u2019s death, she has found the strength and clarity to speak out about the abuse her family experienced.&nbsp; In [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":23,"featured_media":7814,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":"","tve_updated_post":"<div class=\"thrv_wrapper thrv_text_element\"><p>For many, abuse is a well-kept secret.&nbsp;<\/p><p>This was true for \u201cBrigid\u201d who grew up watching her mother experience constant verbal, emotional, and mental abuse from her father.<\/p><p>Now, in the wake of grief following her mother\u2019s death, she has found the strength and clarity to speak out about the abuse her family experienced.&nbsp;<\/p><p>In this<a href=\"https:\/\/themendproject.com\/emotional-abuse-stories\/\"> story of abuse<\/a>, you\u2019ll learn:<\/p><ul><li>How victims of abuse will show a brave face to the world, all while enduring covert emotional abuse<\/li><li>The harmful effects a narcissistic parent has on their spouse and children<\/li><li>How processing abuse is complex, and it\u2019s normal to have mixed feelings<\/li><li>The importance of maintaining boundaries to end the cycle of abuse<\/li><\/ul><p>This is her story.<\/p><h2 style=\"\" data-css=\"tve-u-1914a351b71\"><span lang=\"EN\" data-css=\"tve-u-1914a351b73\">The Secret<\/span><\/h2><p>I have a family secret. My sister has a family secret.&nbsp;<\/p><p>My mom had a personal secret.&nbsp;<\/p><p>She passed away too soon, too fast, and her secret died with her.&nbsp;<\/p><p>But we still are living with it.&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/p><p>We feel the pressure of it on our chests.&nbsp;<\/p><p>Do you know the secret?&nbsp;<\/p><p>I truly doubt you know the extent of it because my mom was so good at pretending.&nbsp;<\/p><p>My sister and I could tell you, say over a couple of drinks, but it\u2019s hard to share out loud and you may end up thinking we are both sad victims and heartless bitches at the same time\u2026 if that can even co-exist.&nbsp;<\/p><p>We can\u2019t find a way to tell you this secret, so soon after Mom\u2019s death, without hurt, anger, a hateful heart, and a vicious tongue.&nbsp;<\/p><p>But I\u2019m gonna take a stab at sharing much of it right here\u2026on paper.<\/p><h2 style=\"\" data-css=\"tve-u-1914a35360e\">We Were Taught to Ignore It<\/h2><p>You probably don\u2019t know anything because I come from a long line of outwardly strong women, and we know how to pull it together despite adversity.&nbsp;<\/p><p>Our skin has had to be tough. And our emotions have been in check. Because of Mom, for Mom, and how Mom modeled it to us\u2026we\u2026keep\u2026it\u2026together\u2026PERIOD.&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/p><p>And let me tell you, EVERYONE\u2014and I mean EVERYONE\u2014LOVED OUR MOM!&nbsp;<\/p><p>She had an aura that drew people in, her laugh and smile were signature to her and she had an easy way that made people feel like they could be themselves, even in an in-patient chemo center.&nbsp;<\/p><p>I say this now, realizing that she let others be their best self because it allowed her to hide the ugliness she was living by herself.<\/p><p>So, what is the secret that my sister and I feel burdened by every day?&nbsp;<\/p><p>What have she and I had to hear, watch, read, live, and struggle with for over 40 years that our mom always asked us to \u201cjust ignore it\u201d?<\/p><p>Our mom was ABUSED for over 43 years by our father. She was his prisoner, verbally, mentally, and emotionally.<\/p><p><em>Deep breath.<\/em><\/p><p>Why? How? You had no idea?&nbsp;<\/p><p>Well, our father has the harshest, ugliest (my own \u201cnon-medical, technical\u201d adjectives) form of Narcissistic Personality Disorder.&nbsp;<\/p><p>If you aren\u2019t familiar with this diagnosis, then you are probably like, oh, okay, I thought something was up with him; he\u2019s an odd guy.&nbsp;<\/p><p>He\u2019s a narcissist? Only cares about himself? Thinks he\u2019s better than others? We all know people like that.&nbsp;<\/p><p>But if you REALLY know what this personality disorder can do to a spouse and family, then I bet your gut just did a somersault.&nbsp;<\/p><p>And I am so deeply sorry if you personally identify with my story.&nbsp;<\/p><h3 style=\"\" data-css=\"tve-u-1914a376e2d\"><strong>My Father Abused My Mother<\/strong><\/h3><p>My mom was verbally and emotionally abused by my father for the 43 years they were married and \u2013 let\u2019s face it \u2013 probably through the years before walking down the aisle.&nbsp;<\/p><p>According to my dad:<\/p><ul><li>My mother was fat and lazy<\/li><li>She spent too much money<\/li><li>She was stubborn and a liar<\/li><li>She begged him to marry her<\/li><li>She had poor judgment in friends and had spoiled her kids<\/li><li>Her dad was boring, her mom was selfish, and her siblings were idiots.<\/li><\/ul><p>Geez, and those are just the overarching themes as I recall hearing them.&nbsp;<\/p><p>I am sure there are many other unique instances of ugliness. That was just the day-to-day spewing of abusive comments directed at her in our house. Daily. Nightly.&nbsp;<\/p><h3 style=\"\" data-css=\"tve-u-1914a37974c\"><strong>What His Abuse Looked Like<\/strong><\/h3><p>He also knew how to hurt her and us kids without being so direct.&nbsp;<\/p><p>She\u2019d plan vacations and trips and he would back out at the last minute.&nbsp;<\/p><p>He\u2019d buy music concert tickets and make her go to them despite her having other plans.&nbsp;<\/p><p>He\u2019d buy her presents that were self-serving to him.&nbsp;<\/p><p>He\u2019d go out for dinner with her just so he could eat what he wanted.&nbsp;<\/p><p>He\u2019d tell her she was a bad Catholic because she didn\u2019t make it to Sunday Mass like him.&nbsp;<\/p><p>He\u2019d intentionally ignore our family, friends, or guests visiting our house.&nbsp;<\/p><p>He\u2019d give all of us the \u201csilent treatment\u201d often but it was most painful during special occasions like my college graduation or Mom\u2019s last Mother\u2019s Day before she died.&nbsp;<\/p><p>I\u2019d say the final glaring, disgusting moments came once my mom was diagnosed with stage 4 terminal cancer.&nbsp;<\/p><p>He refused to drive her to the hospital for treatment because it was too far away.&nbsp;<\/p><p>He blamed my sister and I for convincing our mom to go there for treatment when they didn\u2019t \u201ccure\u201d her.&nbsp;<\/p><p>He told us we killed her.&nbsp;<\/p><p>He whined and complained to my mom about getting her daily pain medications from the pharmacy.&nbsp;<\/p><p>He was outwardly angry because he couldn\u2019t cook in the house due to the smell, which made her sick.&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/p><p>She had no caretaker at home. Because of this, toward the end of her life, she was trying to care for her terminally ill self on her own.&nbsp;<\/p><p>That was heartbreaking to realize and acknowledge.&nbsp;<\/p><p>After her last hospital stay, we talked her into going to a hospice facility with a warm bed, loving staff, and a place we could sit by her side peacefully.&nbsp;<\/p><p>It would be better for her than going home to him. She agreed.<\/p><h2 style=\"\" data-css=\"tve-u-1914a37b2d6\"><strong>Childhood Memories<\/strong><\/h2><p>I grew up hearing my dad say terrible things about my mom for as long as I can remember.&nbsp;<\/p><p>I felt embarrassed as early as 5 years old because she was \u201cheavier\u201d than my friends\u2019 moms.&nbsp;<\/p><p>Now, as a middle-aged mom myself, I look back and wonder WHY in the world, at such a young age (or ever, right?) was I so ashamed of my mom?&nbsp;<\/p><p>She was beautiful, generous, and undeniably special.&nbsp;<\/p><p>I was actually the lucky kid with my mom. I had the mom all my friends loved and enjoyed being around, but I didn\u2019t make that connection back then.&nbsp;<\/p><p>Because all I heard at home from my dad, <em>drilled into my head,<\/em> was that she was fat and lazy, and that I might end up just like her.&nbsp;<\/p><p>I mean, when you are little, you trust what your parents say, right?&nbsp;<\/p><p>You learn from your parents about how to treat others, speak to others, view others, right?&nbsp;<\/p><h2 style=\"\" data-css=\"tve-u-1914a37c8b6\"><strong>My Father\u2019s False Narratives<\/strong><\/h2><p>I always thought we had very little money because I constantly heard that my mom spent too much and ran up the credit card bills.&nbsp;<\/p><p>I grew up hearing that she begged my dad to marry her and cried when he didn\u2019t want to.&nbsp;<\/p><p>I grew up hearing that her maiden name, which was of German origin, meant overweight, lazy, bull-headed\u2026. a butcher\u2019s granddaughter.&nbsp;<\/p><p>I grew up hearing what a terrible person my grandmother was (my mother\u2019s mother). That she was selfish and that my mom should hate her.&nbsp;<\/p><p>I grew up pitted against my sister in every way. If I wasn\u2019t on my dad\u2019s good side, he would buddy up to my sister and vice versa.&nbsp;<\/p><p>I grew up with him hating our neighbors, close family friends, and my high school friends\u2014but I never ever understood why.&nbsp;<\/p><p>Was something wrong with all these people? With <em>me?<\/em> I guess so.&nbsp;<\/p><p>It was 40+ years of spewing hatred at and about my Mom, my sister, me, and those we loved.<\/p><p><em>\u201cJust ignore it,\u201d <\/em>my mom would tell me time and time again, once I was older and out of the house where I could see that his behavior was abusive and not healthy for any of us.&nbsp;<\/p><p>I was hurting more times than I could tell because of him.&nbsp;<\/p><p>I asked my mom to leave him many times.&nbsp;<\/p><p>How could he treat his wife and daughters that way while he goes to church as a \u201cfaithful\u201d Catholic?&nbsp;<\/p><p><strong><span style=\"--tcb-applied-color: rgb(155, 124, 59)   !important; color: rgb(155, 124, 59) !important;\" data-css=\"tve-u-1914a3a59bf\">He was the ultimate hypocrite<\/span>.<\/strong> But\u2026<em>\u201cjust ignore him.\u201d<\/em>&nbsp;<\/p><h2 style=\"\" data-css=\"tve-u-1914a37e2a0\"><strong>The After-Effects<\/strong><\/h2><p>As a young adult, I saw that I didn\u2019t know how to have healthy relationships with others.&nbsp;<\/p><p>He <em>always <\/em>had an opinion about someone.&nbsp;<\/p><p>It affected my ability to openly enjoy, trust, like, and be myself around people.&nbsp;<\/p><p>I spent years angry and frustrated that I just couldn\u2019t shake a fear of socializing and truly opening myself to others.&nbsp;<\/p><p>My brain was wired to think the worst about myself and others, which, when meeting new people, gave very little fuel for fostering long-lasting friendships.<\/p><h2 style=\"\" data-css=\"tve-u-1914a37f916\"><strong>Grief <span style=\"text-transform: none !important;\" data-css=\"tve-u-1914a3809e1\">a<\/span>nd Questions<\/strong><\/h2><p>Mom is gone now. She left in terrible pain, mentally shut down, and with a will to die because there was no miracle of a cure.&nbsp;<\/p><p>Our beautiful, full-of-life Mom.&nbsp;<\/p><p>She hit her stride in her 50s and was at the height of her career, spending more time with her grandchildren.&nbsp;<\/p><p>She spent little time at home with my dad while creating her own life (albeit later in life). So yes, it\u2019s hard to have faith these days when she was taken during her heyday.&nbsp;<\/p><p>And like that, she was so sick that there was no time to talk anymore about \u201chim.\u201d&nbsp;<\/p><p>No time to ask \u201cwhy\u201d did you stay, \u201cwhy\u201d did you put up with this abuse, \u201cwhy\u201d didn\u2019t you leave him for you\u2026. for us?&nbsp;<\/p><p>My sister and I have questions that will never, ever be answered.&nbsp;<\/p><p>We no longer have an opportunity to tell her she didn\u2019t deserve to be treated that way.&nbsp;<\/p><p>We struggle with moving on without Mom, our protector, who took the brunt of his hate all the time.&nbsp;<\/p><p>What did she put up with? How did she just allow him to say what he said to and about her, us kids, or our friends?&nbsp;<\/p><p>Why \u201cjust ignore it?\u201d&nbsp;<\/p><p>And here\u2019s where perhaps being a heartless bitch comes in\u2026. <em>how could we not now feel like the wrong parent died?<\/em><\/p><h2 style=\"\" data-css=\"tve-u-1914a38280e\"><strong>Boundaries <span style=\"text-transform: none !important;\" data-css=\"tve-u-1914a384b08\">a<\/span>nd Recognizing <span style=\"text-transform: none !important;\" data-css=\"tve-u-1914a385606\">t<\/span>he Truth<\/strong><\/h2><p>They say you need to put a boundary in place between you and a narcissistic spouse or parent.&nbsp;<\/p><p>Set up boundaries and recognize that love will never be reciprocal with them.&nbsp;<\/p><p>Heck, I can\u2019t even say \u2018love\u2019 and think of my dad without feeling angry.&nbsp;<\/p><p>When you are a kid, you have no idea that you are not loved unconditionally.&nbsp;<\/p><p>You assume your parents love you.&nbsp;<\/p><p>It\u2019s a given, right?&nbsp;<\/p><p>Only now, when we can \u201cdiagnose\u201d him, do we see what love means to him: what he can get for himself through guilt, manipulation, self-serving behavior, and language.&nbsp;<\/p><p>They say narcissists are great actors, and he\u2019s good. He\u2019s got a lot of people convinced he\u2019s a good man.&nbsp;<\/p><h2 style=\"\" data-css=\"tve-u-1914a386a5e\"><strong>Protecting Our Mother\u2019s Memory<\/strong><\/h2><p>Now, we need to protect our kids from him, so they may never hear what he really thinks of others so that they may never be manipulated against each other.&nbsp;<\/p><p>So they will remember our mom in their hearts as the best Mimi in the whole world.&nbsp;<\/p><p>And it\u2019s hard. We grew up with our grandparents and wanted our kids to have the same experience.&nbsp;<\/p><p>Yet, Mom dies and we lose BOTH parents.&nbsp;<\/p><p>That fact right there is not lost on any of us.&nbsp;<\/p><p>My daughter reminds me all the time.&nbsp;<\/p><p>It looks different from his viewpoint: <em>\u201cOh\u2026those terrible daughters who don\u2019t speak to their dad when he\u2019s so sad about losing his wife. Oh\u2026those terrible daughters who won\u2019t let their husbands or kids see their dad and have a relationship with him.\u201d<\/em>&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/p><p>Much like our mom, we don\u2019t want our reasons for our boundaries to make us look bad or even weak.&nbsp;<\/p><p>We aren\u2019t outwardly weak, and we certainly aren\u2019t bad daughters, women, or mothers.&nbsp;<\/p><p>But again, if you didn\u2019t know this inside scoop, you might think things are the way he tells them.&nbsp;<\/p><h2 style=\"\" data-css=\"tve-u-1914a389930\"><strong>A Narcissist in Plain Sight<\/strong><\/h2><p>If you knew my dad at all, you\u2019d perhaps think he was just odd, quirky, and introverted.&nbsp;<\/p><p>You probably wondered how our Mom could deal with him by some of his outwardly strange behavior, but you probably had no clue about this abuse.&nbsp;<\/p><p>And it <em>was <\/em>40+ years of ABUSE.&nbsp;<\/p><p>My sister and I were abused by hearing it, watching it, receiving it.&nbsp;<\/p><p>He always told us we were \u2018so like her.\u2019&nbsp;<\/p><p>This meant we were fat, lazy, spent too much money, were bull-headed, etc. We are probably pretty messed up just trying to ignore all that he put inside our heads.<\/p><h2 style=\"\" data-css=\"tve-u-1914a38d041\"><strong>Therapy <span style=\"text-transform: none !important;\" data-css=\"tve-u-1914a38f1b3\">a<\/span>nd My Mother\u2019s Last Years<\/strong><\/h2><p>My therapist said that I look pretty \u201cput together.\u201d&nbsp;<\/p><p>On my first appointment, I looked out of place.&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/p><p>I was calm, cool, and collected. That\u2019s what I have been conditioned to do.&nbsp;<\/p><p>I was seeing my therapist to deal with the hard doses of mental and physical grief I\u2019d been experiencing after my mom\u2019s death that just didn\u2019t feel right.&nbsp;<\/p><p>After several sessions, I realize we might have spent one hour on that grief and many more hours trying to make an ounce of sense out of my dad\u2019s behavior.&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/p><p>My therapist was quick to help me work through how I felt about losing my Mom, the \u201cSaint.\u201d All I had to do was talk about her life before she got sick, when she was throwing herself into her work, travels, friends, and grandkids.&nbsp;<\/p><p>She helped frame what my mom was really doing in her last 10+ years, finally living her best life WITHOUT him. Doing what she loved WITHOUT him.&nbsp;<\/p><p>Enjoying work or grandkid weekends away from him.&nbsp;<\/p><p>That was a helpful reframing of the sadness I felt about her enduring my dad\u2019s venom for so long, and then dying so abruptly.&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/p><p>She had been intentionally putting a boundary in place with him, and I am 100% positive he didn\u2019t even know it. Ha! I actually love that part. Makes me smile and it gives me great comfort.<\/p><p>My mom made her closest friends later in her life. When she was living her \u201cbest\u201d life.&nbsp;<\/p><p>She traveled for work and with these friends. She was living!&nbsp;<\/p><p>She was away from my dad. She was thriving.&nbsp;<\/p><p>During this time, she told me she told her best friend \u201ceverything,\u201d but she didn\u2019t elaborate.&nbsp;<\/p><p>I have to wonder what that meant.&nbsp;<\/p><p>Right now, I\u2019m afraid to hear if Mom really confided in her about my dad\u2014but more that she didn\u2019t at all.&nbsp;<\/p><h2 style=\"\" data-css=\"tve-u-1914a391ac9\"><strong>Trying to Understand<\/strong><\/h2><p>I intend someday to ask my dad\u2019s family if something happened to him as a child. If his family or someone abused him in some way.&nbsp;<\/p><p>If someone at his Catholic school abused him.&nbsp;<\/p><p>If anyone knows <em>anything <\/em>about his family\u2019s history with mental health, abuse, or personality disorders.&nbsp;<\/p><p>I have to think there has been a generational cycle of abuse and mental illness from past rumblings about my grandparents.&nbsp;<\/p><p>As I understand from therapy and personal research, Narcissistic Personality Disorder can be developed at a young age where a child has limited emotional love or support and the child develops their own self-loathing.&nbsp;<\/p><p>They were not nurtured in love, so they don\u2019t love themselves and thus they cannot love others.&nbsp;<\/p><p>But they can pretend to love, if it serves them, and use it as manipulation to get their way.&nbsp;<\/p><p>Perhaps it\u2019s because he was the youngest of eight siblings, or because his dad was a drinker, or that he was born with a crossed eye.&nbsp;<\/p><p>Maybe it was sparked by a bad LSD trip.&nbsp;<\/p><p>Where and when did this personality disorder develop?&nbsp;<\/p><p>One part of me wants to know, wants a reason for his troubled mind, heart, and soul.&nbsp;<\/p><p>It has been helpful to put a name to why he is the \u201cway\u201d he is, so let\u2019s hear why.&nbsp;<\/p><p>Another part of me is scared to potentially hear of his childhood trauma. Ugh, it\u2019s my blood too, right? But something shaped him to be this way.<\/p><p>Regardless\u2026he will NEVER CHANGE.&nbsp;<\/p><p>Narcissists will not acknowledge that anything is wrong with them, and they rarely seek mental health treatment.&nbsp;<\/p><p>They are the victims ALL the time.&nbsp;<\/p><p>My dad claims to be the victim after losing his wife. He uses it to overly expose his \u201clove\u201d for his wife, his \u201cone and only,\u201d his \u201cangel.\u201d<\/p><p>He\u2019s a victim because he has two daughters who don\u2019t speak to him and keep their families away from him. He will always be the victim.&nbsp;<\/p><p>People feel sorry for the victim. They offer love to the victim without asking for it in return.&nbsp;<\/p><p>He supposedly loved my mom so deeply he will never get over it.&nbsp;<\/p><p>But he doesn\u2019t know how to love. Not possible.<\/p><h2 style=\"\" data-css=\"tve-u-1914a3946fe\"><strong>Coming to Terms<\/strong><\/h2><p>Okay, so I am a highly sensitive person.&nbsp;<\/p><p>I want to empathize with his childhood and the things out of his control that created who he is.&nbsp;<\/p><p>I want to pray and cry for him to become the dad and grandfather we need in our lives without Mom.&nbsp;<\/p><p>I want to love the grandfather who joined his family for a week in Disney and was fun, could laugh, and danced for his 60th birthday at the Polynesian luau (a rare moment of family normalcy).&nbsp;<\/p><p>I want to tell him I am thankful that he is the reason I know every word to every seventies-era song, and that one of my favorite childhood memories was when we got cable and put on MTV for the first time, just the two of us.&nbsp;<\/p><p>Or for the fact that the only reason we played sports is because we were athletic like him.&nbsp;<\/p><p>How I loved our annual summer family reunions, growing up eating grandmom\u2019s Hungarian cooking, and that being part of a big family felt special.&nbsp;<\/p><p>I want to tell him it\u2019s okay he had an eye condition as a baby, and that I saw when he edited his baby picture so you couldn\u2019t see his cross eye. Literally heartbreaking, seeing that he did that.&nbsp;<\/p><p>And between him and Mom\u2026he was the picture-taker, the scrapbooker, the nostalgic one who gave us the picture books to keep for our kids.<\/p><p>I want to tell him I feel bad he is the way he is, and that I understand he can\u2019t help it, that he has a disorder.&nbsp;<\/p><p>But all those feelings collide with the horrible hurt I feel for my mom and us and then <em>all I want<\/em> in order to move forward is for him to ADMIT the ugliness and STOP the meanness, and CHANGE into a loving father and grandfather\u2026. and yet those expectations will just NEVER HAPPEN.<\/p><p>EVER.&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/p><p>I open myself up to the abuse cycle again when I get soft like this.&nbsp;<\/p><p>When I get manipulated by those memories.&nbsp;<\/p><p>If I unblock the texts and Facebook messenger or open up the boundaries I\u2019ve put in place in any way\u2026the verbal spew of blame, hate and ugliness are right back in my face.&nbsp;<\/p><p>It will never stop, and thus he has to stay \u201cblocked.\u201d&nbsp;<\/p><p>The boundary I chose. One only I can control and keep in place.&nbsp;<\/p><h2 style=\"\" data-css=\"tve-u-1914a398ba5\"><strong>Reflections<\/strong><\/h2><p>Confusing, right?&nbsp;<\/p><p>Maybe Mom felt sorry for him. Maybe that\u2019s why she didn\u2019t leave him.&nbsp;<\/p><p>Staying with him required literal Superwoman strength.<\/p><p>I begged her to leave for years. We fought about it. I questioned whether she loved us, since she didn\u2019t do anything when I told her he was hurtful.&nbsp;<\/p><p>I later learned this was NOT how we should be treated, that she deserved more. Then she got sick and the time to figure it out halted.&nbsp;<\/p><p>No need to talk about it anymore. There was no time to let him know he was an abuser, that she deserved better for so many years.&nbsp;<\/p><p>All my sister and I could do was give her love and support in her final days.&nbsp;<\/p><p>She once said if anything happened to her before him, he would have no relationship with his daughters.&nbsp;<\/p><p>She was right. She knew we had the ability to put the boundary in place without her.&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/p><p>Because with them living together, if we wanted to see Mom, we had to see Dad. There was no avoiding it.&nbsp;<\/p><p>I often questioned why I\u2019d do something nice for him because he\u2019s so ungrateful. She would say, \u201cBecause you love your mother.\u201d Ugh, heart wrenching.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/p><p>All of us are crafted by our environment.&nbsp;<\/p><p>We have to want to live differently if that environment was harmful. We have to want to stop generational abuse.&nbsp;<\/p><p>We have to recognize abuse and mental illness and get treatment.&nbsp;<\/p><p>We have to admit it\u2019s there, and that it\u2019s not healthy to ignore. And not feel we need to keep it secret.<\/p><p>Your ability to grieve is unique as a Narcissist.&nbsp;<\/p><p>You may outwardly portray a person brokenhearted from losing your love, but the TRUTH is you are mourning what you could do to that loved one or what that loved one provided for you.&nbsp;<\/p><p>So, when my dad puts out publicly how he lost the love of his life, my mom (although I never, EVER, heard him tell her he loved her or that they were in love), it\u2019s really that he\u2019s mourning that he lost his ability to abuse and manipulate her.&nbsp;<\/p><p>It was a huge part of his life and relationship with her. He\u2019s grieving the loss of what she could be or do for him\u2026his cook, his dinner companion, his dog sitter, his caretaker, his punching bag\u2026NOTHING that has to do with a loving, emotional response to losing someone.&nbsp;<\/p><p>I\u2019ve also come to realize, and perhaps he has too, that he lost his ability to abuse his daughters.&nbsp;<\/p><p>With us \u201cblocking\u201d him from communicating with us, he can\u2019t be mean, gripe, criticize, and complain directly to us and about us.&nbsp;<\/p><h2 style=\"\" data-css=\"tve-u-1914a39a112\"><strong>Complex Feelings<\/strong><\/h2><p>I don\u2019t love or even like my dad.&nbsp;<\/p><p>OUCH. But I won\u2019t say I hate him either.&nbsp;<\/p><p>The feelings associated with him are complex and hard to put into words.&nbsp;<\/p><p>In all honestly though, my sister and I do FEEL hate and anger toward him.&nbsp;<\/p><ul><li>We don\u2019t want to talk to him for fear of his words.&nbsp;<\/li><li>We don\u2019t want his gifts for fear of manipulation.&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/li><li>We don\u2019t want him around our kids for fear of<a href=\"https:\/\/themendproject.com\/emotional-abuse-stories\/\"> confusion<\/a>.&nbsp;<\/li><\/ul><h2 style=\"\" data-css=\"tve-u-1914a39b2f3\"><strong>The Boundaries We Maintain<\/strong><\/h2><p>He\u2019s intentionally blocked on all family members\u2019 phones and social media.&nbsp;<\/p><p>He\u2019s not invited to our homes, nor has he visited.&nbsp;<\/p><p>This way, he has lost his ability to spew hurt on us because we have CHOSEN to put our boundaries in place.&nbsp;<\/p><p>We have the fortune of loving husbands, and wonderful fathers to our kids, and can stop the cycle of his abuse RIGHT NOW.&nbsp;<\/p><p>And we are doing it.&nbsp;<\/p><p>But maybe, just maybe, <em>you <\/em>get it.&nbsp;<\/p><p>Maybe we aren\u2019t horrible daughters.&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/p><p>Maybe, like Mom, we are strong\u2026like her, for her, in her honor, and as role models to her granddaughters whom she LOVED SO MUCH. So they may never feel the way we felt.&nbsp;<\/p><h2 style=\"\" data-css=\"tve-u-1914a39c658\"><strong>In Her Honor<\/strong><\/h2><p>We are wonderful daughters, moms, and wives\u2026. like her, for her, and in her honor.<\/p><p>To you, friend or stranger\u2026I think my Mom would be okay with me sharing what she didn\u2019t.&nbsp; I hope she sees that I want to break this cycle for all of us. Now.&nbsp;<\/p><p>One of the last texts I wrote to my Mom was me telling her \u201cYou are so strong.\u201d&nbsp;<\/p><p>She wrote back: \u201dYou are, too.\u201d&nbsp;<\/p><p>Love you, Mom.<\/p><\/div>","tve_custom_css":"@media (min-width: 300px){.tcb-post-list[data-css=\"tve-u-18955080c98\"] .post-wrapper.thrv_wrapper { width: calc(50% - 15px); }.tcb-post-list[data-css=\"tve-u-18955080c98\"] .post-wrapper.thrv_wrapper:nth-child(n+3) { margin-top: 14px !important; }.tcb-post-list[data-css=\"tve-u-18955080c98\"] .post-wrapper.thrv_wrapper:not(:nth-child(n+3)) { margin-top: 0px !important; }.tcb-post-list[data-css=\"tve-u-18955080c98\"] .post-wrapper.thrv_wrapper:not(:nth-child(2n)) { margin-right: 30px !important; }.tcb-post-list[data-css=\"tve-u-18955080c98\"] .post-wrapper.thrv_wrapper:nth-child(2n) { margin-right: 0px !important; }.tcb-post-list[data-css=\"tve-u-17bf426ee59\"] .post-wrapper.thrv_wrapper { width: calc(50% - 7.5px); }.tcb-post-list[data-css=\"tve-u-17bf426ee59\"] .post-wrapper.thrv_wrapper:nth-child(n+3) { margin-top: 15px !important; 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