Momof5,
it's not pathetic but is sad that the person who brought you into this world is the one you're least connected to.
been there, done that, brought home the t-shirt and getting ready to open a museum to walk people through the dysfunctional family process, and set up a greeting cards center for dysfunctional families

"Happy Mother's Day - (on inside) Ok, who are we kidding?! It's more like 'Happy I Survived Your Ass Day'!" (you should check out my Xmas and Thanksgiving collection

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took me years, and years of destruction to realize what my parents did wasn't about me, but them. I shouldn't pay for their mistakes, as well as make others around me pay too.
do you know what it's like as a kid to not have a dream of what you wanted to be when "you grow up"? only dream was getting away from them, then life should begin. but not so easy. you still have to deal w/their asses. *damn*
I think for me as a kid reading saved me. I was reading at 3 1/2 and from there I'd read whatever I could find to escape. the house was all perfect, outside was all perfect, neighborhood full of people many respected and knew. but inside the house a living house of horrors.
and my mom's only response: that's in the past.

yeah like it's that easy to forget it.
but I learned that she can't deal w/what happened because of something in her own past that's painful. I also learned that I shouldn't hope for a resolution w/her. life is too short and you waste so much time and energy on something that may never happen and you have absolutely no control over, but allowing to control you.
focus on things that can happen. like building a better relationship w/those around you. make sure those around you don't have to go through what you went through, or make anyone go through it. keep talking about it w/your sister. look for signs in your sister that prevent her from going down a destructive path to deal w/the pain of what happened.
and just keep praying for your mother. strangely I pray that she's well, but for my sanity and well-being, easier to pray from a distance. if she dies, still deciding if I would attend her funeral. or if I do will I just sit in back, or walk past the coffin and then leave? I'll cross that bridge when I get there, in the meantime, focusing on things I can change.
and if all else fails, smoke a joint, watch the few Richard Pryor comedy concerts or listen to a few CDs and by tomorrow, you'll be like "wtf was I talking about?" while reaching for the cheetos and thinking of something fun to get into. ;p
