<p>Been there, done that, got the t shirt and wore it out…and I had it on multiple angles, my own dysfunctional family and my mother in law, who besides being diagnosable was a disaster as a person, she was kind of like the human equivalent of the definition of pornography, no socially redeeming value (and heck, porn can have its moments, unlike her)…</p>
<p>It is hell, and with my birth family I had to do something similar with my father, he was treating my wife in ways no one should ever be treated when he was staying with us, and I finally had enough and has to ask him not to stay with us anymore, which got the rest of the family in a dither because they went by the old italian crap, that family is family and blood is thicker than water. It took a damn good therapist (who being of italian descent knew exactly the score)…it ended up with me as the family pariah, but it kept my family away from a lot of dysfunction… (if it would help you, I would dish the whole story, but not going to force it on these nice folks). You did the right thing, you were protecting yourself and your family, and whatever your mom’s problems, they are her own, using you as the scapegoat for her problems is low.</p>
<p>And yes, it is hard, it has meant my son missing out on an extended family, it has meant not being able to have family at recitals and such, but it has also meant having many years without the drama, without the incredible idea that somehow I and my little family were supposed to be in the thrall of everyone else while of course never getting reciprocity and so forth… </p>
<p>The hardest part is many of us are made to feel like society and by sadly more then a few clerical types, like family is this mystical thing that countenances everything up to and including abuse and that is crap. Blood might be thicker then water but no one has the right to treat someone like your mom did you or my family did me, and somehow I doubt that Jesus or the Buddha or anyone other spiritual figure would tell you your duty is to take it. Everyone has the right to be treated fairly, to be treated with respect and dignity, and common dna doesn’t change that:). I have my regrets about what happened, but I see the difference in the way my son has grown up versus the way I did, and I wouldn’t trade having those regrets for going through the crap I did, and I am glad I did what I needed to. My dad and I reconciled and he kind of understood why I did what I did, I think before he passed on he realized how fouled up things had been. </p>
<p>My only advice with your mother is if she comes a knocking, you have every right to set boundaries and make them clear to her, and if she is demanding an apology or claiming you are out of line, laugh at her. As my therapist said, as wrenching as it is, we are adults, our parents no longer really have any hold over us, what are they going to do? Get mad? Refuse to talk to us? Our little inner kids want to quake in fear, but they no longer hold what they once did over us, and as my therapist finally convinced me after several years, I had so exceeded the things my father had ever done, had learned so much more, that his disapproval or anger didn’t mean anything other then sadness that he could be so blind. </p>
<p>As they say, you may not be able to pick blood family, but you can pick who you are around, and often the family we make by choice is a lot better then the one we don’t want to be around:)</p>