My mother leaves a message on my daughter’s cell phone, wanting a recent picture of me, asking her for 4 or 5 of them. What??? Saying on the message, “she is still my daughter and I love her,” like that gives her all rights.
What about mine, my daughters? And further more, why is she involving her granddaughter in this estrangement, making her feel like she has to pick which one to please, meaning she has to disappoint the other?
She is okay dragging my daughter into the middle of our broken relationship, asking for a piece of me…asking an innocent bystander.
I do not have access to her directly nor do I want to open up a line. Instead I want to close the line of communication that she feels she now has, my children.
I will have to contact a sister whose house she is living in…and pass on that this is simply not acceptable, not now or ever.
My home line has not changed in 15 years, she is aware of the number and can call. If she truly wants a slice of me, she will have to ask me to my face.
The overall audacity and ignorance should not surprise me anymore, yet it does.
Thank god she loves me… Not.
If she truly loved and seen me, she would honor our silence, leave me alone to heal and be, letting my distance be as it is, and not try to come in through the back door stealing a ‘recent picture’.
There is no recent me in her life.
There is no recent her in mine.
There is no us.
She just refuses to let me die, to let me go, it feels like abuse all over again, this time with my daughter passing on the message and getting dirty in the middle.
Oh the picture I would send…It is not a pretty picture.
Will my picture capture the agony and pain, does it show the torn up insides where the wound is healing nicely, now.
What is it she wants a picture of?
The absence of any recent pictures slams this home.
It shatters the idyllic fantasy she carries of us.
A picture is worth 1000 words and so is the absence of one in this case…
I do not feel she has earned the right to own a recent picture of me.
She doesn’t see the whole picture of me, just what she wants to see.
