A note to the Mods- I don't know if this should go in the mental health forum instead. Please move if you think it shouldn't be here.
Oh wise oracle that is the MDC boards, I need some advice. It’s about my mom.
Here’s the situation.
I’m 30. I became a mother for the first time 7 months ago. I have a beautiful son with my husband, who is my best friend and the love of my life. We have a happy home and family.
I grew up in a not very happy home with a really really insane family. My mother always had rage issues and was emotionally and verbally abusive. My dad was a workaholic. When I was 9, my parents divorced, and it was not amicable. I am much younger than my other siblings (two brothers) and was living at home alone with my mother. The divorce sent her further off the deep end than ever. The next 8 years saw her become violent, and she became more abusive emotionally and verbally. My mother was enmeshed with me. She began sleeping in my bed with me after my dad left, and wouldn’t allow me to sleep alone until I put a lock on my door at age 16. She didn’t want me to go to college because she didn’t want me to “leave her,” despite the fact that my brothers were both in college and she and my father were both college educated. All I ever wanted to do was make her “better” and happy. But at age 17, with her standing between me and college, and with me battling anorexia (that I have no doubt was exacerbated by her required morning weigh-ins during my teen years), I finally snapped and decided I couldn’t take it anymore. I sat her down and said, “I love you, but you are ill and you need help. You get mad and break things in the house and then don’t remember why they’re broken. You hit. You are angry all the time. You are sad all the time. I cannot fix that for you. I need for you to get help for yourself. If you do, we can have a relationship. If not, we can’t. I’m moving out now. Today. Right after I get up from the kitchen table here with you.”
And that was one of the last times I saw her. I went to college that fall, and got cards and letters from her nearly every day. They devastated me because they made me feel like I was a huge a**hole for having “abandoned” her. I was anorexic (I am 5ft5in and back then I weighed about 90 lbs) and suicidal. I was seeing a therapist but I was on the edge. I sent her a short letter that said she needed to be in therapy. I was in therapy, and I didn’t want communication with her until she decided to become a healthier person. So either therapy for her, or nothing at all between us.
That was over ten years ago. Over the years I still got things on Christmas or my birthday. I ignored them. When I got married in 2008, she somehow (probably through my oldest brother) got my husband’s name and birthday and sent him a birthday card. That was pretty creepy. But together, DH and I decided it would be best to simply ignore that too. We didn’t want her to get a rise out of us. That seemed like what she wanted.
In May, my son was born.
A week ago, I came home to a package on our doorstep addressed directly to my son from my mother.
I had a panic attack and all I could manage to say over and over was “She wrote his NAME. She wrote his NAME. Oh my god she wrote my son’s NAME.” There was something about seeing his name in her handwriting that made me feel powerless and afraid again, like the little girl that used to hide in closets from her. I kept thinking, ‘It’s all going to happen again and I will be powerless to stop it.’
Once I got hold of myself, I realized that none of that is true. I am a grown woman who has spent 8 of the last 13 years in therapy. I am healthy and strong and I know what I’m about. My son will never have the childhood that I did.
But this leaves the matter of what to do about my mother and the package. I have thought of writing “refused” on it and sending it back through the mail. But honestly, that seems mean, even to do to someone like her. I mean these are gifts for her grandson and I’m going to just throw them back in her face? Seems wrong. Despite all she did to me, I have no desire to see her hurt. I just want my relationship with her to be over. I’ve wanted that for years.
I’ve thought of writing her again and saying that she is not welcome to contact my son. That I’ve been patient for 13 years now but I really truly want the letters and packages to cease. But of course, I think in her mind she will experience that as, ‘I FINALLY got a reply. Guess this tactic is working.’
Part of me fears how crazy she might be now. Would she one day just show up at my son’s school or daycare? I really cannot have that, as I don’t think she’s safe to be around children, not to mention the emotional crap it would put my kid through to just have unknown grandma appear.
DH suggests that we call a lawyer and see what our options are to get this all stopped. But honestly I don’t even know if I want to do that. I don’t want to fight with my mother. I just want the poison that she brings to those around her to be kept away from me and those I love. That’s all.
But, I also think that as a mother, it is my job to nurture, guide, and protect. The protection part seems important in this situation. I don’t want her near my son. I understand she has a grandson she’s not met, and that’s got to feel awful. And I’m sorry for that, but I don’t see any other way for things to be.
What do I do?



















