It’s been almost 1 year of NC with everyone and LC with my mother.
I was sick since 3 days and all I wanted was a “mother” not the mother who manipulated me or acted like a victim a martyr the entire time, not the mother who subtly made me feel responsible for taking care of everyone. I wanted “a mother” who could just sit with me and take care of me… give me some warm drink to feel better… tells me that I will be fine soon.
Made me miss “home”… I don’t know what should I call home.
I wanted someone to take care of me the way I was taking care of everyone.
There was this lingering feeling of missing “home”!
My partner took care of me…
Got me warm drink, medicines, kept his hand on my forehead and immediately I felt slightly better to get up and take care of myself.
So glad I have a partner like him. If I did not go NC with my family I wouldn’t have him.
Why? Because the family could not stand my attention, time, money, love and care for anyone else except them. Not even me!
Yes, I miss them because my love was not conditional.
The thought of even getting in touch with my estranged family reminds me of all the trauma and how long it took me to be my own person.