logicalgirl
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I don't now how old ya'll are so I don't know if it's a "sign of the times" thing but I was born in the 70's.. My mom was a hippy. She had been raised in a "leave it to beaver" type household (ie: was over protected and lied to about the real world). You have all read my posts about my mom so I don't have to say much but she was a smotherer. She would cry and tell us she was gonna kill herself when her boyfriends would break up with her, she accused men of raping her when they did not. She would go from calm to throwing the dinner dishes across the room in seconds flat then go off to her room and come back in 20 mintues and be fine. Like nothing happened and if anyone said anything about it they were accused of starting trouble. But then the next day she'd do such nice things with us, trying to make up for smashing everything in the house.
I believe many of her behaviors were due to a constant struggle of wanting to both please and rebel against her parents. I don't know if that's the case with ya'lls mothers. I have my mom living with me... She takes her meds faithfully and has stayed in therapy.. these are her conditions and so far she has followed them (knock on wood!!) The change in her is dramatic and I am thankful for this chance to get to know the real her. I hope you both get the same chance!! :blowkiss: I don't blame her or hate her or fault her. After all, she could have killed me![]()
Thank you for the thought but no in my case it didn't ever happen. I'd say 98% of the time I was ignored completely, and the rest of the time I'm told I argued with her - yes, even at three. We apparently lived in parallel worlds or I just didn't exist. I was her caregiver because no one else in the family would do it, however, it was always one of my sisters she would have preferred to see. This sounds like poor poor me, but into my teens and adulthood, it just ran off me like rain because making sure she was looked after was something that needed to be done. Once she was stabilized and medicated, I saw less and less of her until I didn't see her at all. We don't all have happy endings but I've made peace with it which is why I'm able to talk about it at all.
This was something I wish Casey had been able to do because if she had, Caylee would still be alive. If she had been able to look at her whole "situation" and say - okay, here's what probably lies ahead, here are my choices, which one can I pick that will give me happiness and peace, and then move ahead with that choice, I don't think she'd be where she is today. If she didn't want to be a mother and didn't want Cindy to have her - she could have given her up for adoption. It would have taken courage and heart - but Caylee would still be alive.
Or Casey could have decided she hated living at home, gotten a job or worked two like many of us have done, and cared for Caylee and made a life for her.
I guess I really am having some kind of pipe dream here. Sigh.