I wasn’t a loved child – I experienced everything from physical abuse to a certain kind of harassment from my stepfather (it wasn’t overt, but… nothing extremely serious happened, and still, I really dislike talking about this). My mother would say things like “b itch, monster, narcissist, selfish, your butt is as big as a tank,” and so on. My older brother is a drug addict, deeply into it. Things at home aren’t good – both my mom and stepfather are functional alcoholics. We lived an average life, but parents drinking in the evenings – beer, stronger alcohol – to the point of fairly serious drunkenness was just a completely normal daily routine. As a child, I was spoiled with things, money, and occasionally conversations – but the home was full of chaos and lacking sincerity. There was little respect, little support.
I don’t know what I’m trying to find out. I want to know – is it worth it for me to keep a relationship with them? What would you do in my place? When we do interact, I get angry, but… sometimes I wonder – what if war breaks out? Would I regret not calling each other? (It’s been three months now since I moved in with my boyfriend, and I’ve barely had any contact with my parents.)
It’s just that… I feel better when I don’t keep in contact – I don’t feel so unhealthy, so much like a monster. At my boyfriend’s place, no one screams in the evenings, no one fights – but at my place, that used to happen from time to time. There was simply no peace – sometimes my brother wouldn’t let me sleep, blasting music loudly, yelling.