Cut off my mother years ago - did I make the right decision?
As an Asian immigrant, respect for your parents is a philosophy that’s not only ingrained since childhood but also a principle that most households live by (which is why cohabitation between generations in Asia households are common). With that in mind, everytime I think about how I cut off my mother, I feel this sense of guilt that I’m honoring her sacrifices and decision in life.
To add context, I cut off my mother years ago for three main reasons.
1.) Her then husband (now ex) was verbally abusive to me
One thing she always emphasized is that without him, I wouldn’t have been able to immigrate to the States. Throughout my time in our home, I would get yelled at and cussed on the daily for asking to be picked up from school, driven, or taken to club events (not parties, I was a nerd - think Math team, Model UN). I know it’s not her. But to be raised in such environment and to see her do nothing when I’m being yelled at and offer little support, was a hard thing to experience as a child.
2.) It felt as though she never prioritized me as a child
She experience a level of guilt as someone who was able to immigrate. As a result, she would often send back thousands of dollars annually to random people who would ask for money. Growing up, we were barely making ends meet, so it was frustrating to experience this knowing I don’t have medical insurance, but she’s financing a relative’s apartment in a different country.
As a result of this financial issue, she often worked and was out of the home for two weeks at a time. For most my life, I only spent a handful of days a month with her. It’s a bit of a negative pov from me, but I almost felt like because she worked so much, it lead me to be distant (and now as an adult I don’t really care to have a relationship with her since we never had one to begin with).
3.) One particular incident was my breaking point
I don’t wanna specify too much coz I don’t wanna doxx myself, but long story short, she told me a bunch of lies that lead to me having a panic attack, and when I found out, she mentioned that she only did it because I was acting as if I was better than everyone.
I’m at peace with the decision. But as Mother’s Day rolled around, and i think about my culture, I feel a sense of guilt over my decision, given my feeling of peace may just be a selfish pov over someone who has made sacrifices for me. Thoughts?