Celebrating a year since I cut off contact with my mother
It's bittersweet. I now know she's beyond help, and cutting her off has been the best thing for me. But I'm also still a little sad that I could never have a movie-like caring mother.
I have my mom to thank for cutting her and my dad off. This time last year, I took her out for a fancy lunch and she and my dad arrived 30 minutes early and ate a ton of food without waiting for me because they knew it was on my dime. Then they made fun of me for being upset. Then my mom told me her $2 Temu LED product is better than the $200 one I got for her from Ulta. Then they stole, sold, donated, and threw away all my belongings. AGAIN.
I can't believe it's been a year since this all happened. I made it out alive, happier than ever, but I'll admit I sometimes still wish I had real, loving parents. Either way, I'm glad they truly fucked me over one last time before I decided to cut them off. I have learned a lot, but most importantly I've developed self-worth that they've always tried to deprive me of.
To everyone here feeling something similar, you're not alone. You did the right thing. You are loved, and you matter. 🫂