hello, my name is april and i don't love myself... sounds funny i know but it's the truth. before i take you more into the present let me take you into the past, briefly....
i was born on april 29th, 1981 to an amazing father and a woman, who should never have had children, in lynn hospital in MA. from the moment i was born i am pretty sure my mom was never happy with me or loved me the way a mother should... for years i thought this way my fault, like i did something wrong... from the moment i could talk my mother and i butted heads.
let's fast forward to seven years later... my mom has the child she always wanted my little sister... two years later my mom divorces my dad... moves my sister and i all the way out to arizona... we lived with my aunt for a couple of years, my mom, sister, and i all in one tiny bedroom... it was a hard time. let's just say my cousins and aunt and uncle are not good people... a few years later we move to some off the map little town 25 miles east of apache junction... we are living in a two bedroom mobile home with holes in the floors, gaps in the windows, a back porch that fell apart, and a backdoor that blew off in a wind storm that we had to staple to the house... i kid you not, this was how we lived... i also had to share a room with my little sister and my mom's boyfriend's son (who had some issues, if he wasn't mastrubating while going through my underwear drawer or knocking me upside the head with 5lb books, or trying to break my jaw, then he was trying to walk in on me while i was getting dressed or showering... good times...
it wasn't until her, now husband, tried to kill her and i that she finally decided to leave him, apparently mental and physical abuse aren't reasons enough right? so we move into a battered women's shelter for a bit... that was an interesting month or too, and i shall never look at yogurt the same way again...
(let me backtrack a tad, during all of this my dad would come out twice a year for about 2 weeks each time to spend time with us. he would even rent an apartment during this time for all of us to stay in. he was in constant contact with us, and was amazing!)
after the battered women's shelter we moved into a 2 bedroom apartment... life was kinda back to normal... during this stage in life i was about 15/16 years old... my mom was going through her, i don't know how to be a mom so i will try and be your best friend because i feel guilty about almost getting us killed stage... it was awkward to say the least... she still was never home and i was still raising my little sister. now i had been raising her since my parent's divorce, which happened when i was 9. i had to change diapers and everything and i didn't even get to have sex before i became a mom, which really messed up my relationship with my sister... she now hates me and has nothing to do with, some of this is because i have become a yoga instructor, which according to the cult her and my mother belong to, makes me EVIL! but i am getting ahead of myself, so i apologize...
from 16 to 19 things just got worse and worse. my mom became very emotionally abusive to me. i feel horrible for the poor kid who dated me my senior year (my first boyfriend ever might i add...) about 20 minutes before he would come over to pick me up to take me to his home to just hang out (and i literally mean hang out, i gave my virginity to the man who would become my husband) she would start in on me... who i was a loser, would never amount to anything, couldn't do anything right... etc. now let me point out, i had a 4.0 gpa, performed in the choir and orchestra, worked a part time job (which i gave ALL my earnings to her), raised her child, and took care of her house... but i was still a loser in her eyes... sometimes she would sit on the couch and say how ugly she was then turn to me and say... you look just like me.... and she was surprised when years later i reveal that i have no self esteem and have been battling with it for years...
my high school graduation night was a horrible one... to make a long story short... i wasn't invited to go out to my celebration dinner. i had to stay home while everyone went out and celebrated... i cried myself to sleep that night... during my first year of college things hit the wall and my mom told me to, and i quote: "get the fu*k out of my house" so i did... a few weeks later i went back to get the rest of my stuff, with the help of my friend's dad... she then began to accuse me of sleeping with his dad... how my mother's brain works i will never know...
i barely spoke to her during this time... once my (now husband) boyfriend and i moved into our apartment i decided to let her back into my life... and she has been there in and out, whenever it's convenient for her since then...
then this year happened... our business went under due to economy, things became hard, very hard. and where was my mom during all of this? getting ready to move into her new home, which is now closer to my sister... which i should add, she used and lied to my husband and i before moving in to said home. we would come over there a couple of times a week to help fix up her old place in hope that she was "moving closer to us kids"... i guess i didn't read the fine print that said... by kids i mean your sister and her husband... silly me!
so as i am losing everything now i am seeing who truly matters and who i truly want in my life... can you guess who didn't make the cut? that's right my mom and sister...
so... i am now hitting this issue face on, and learning to truly heal all the wounds they inflicted... (my little sister is a mini my mom, all the way down to all the mean and hurtful things she would say to me)...
this blog is going to document my journey.... i can't promise the posts will always be rainbows and sunshine, but they will be real... thank you for reading and being a part of my journey...
me: aww thank you, i know it will take time, 28 years of dealing with it just doesn't disappear, but i am putting my foot down and not letting her unkind words and thoughts affect me anymore! i ♥ u!
cybermom: GOOD GIRL!!!!