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I can't help but wondering if there is some truth in what he said. Is the basics of who I am holding me back from being fully happy?
I'm guessing that this is the issue, more than the fact that your husband made that statement, right?
It doesn't hurt to roll up your sleeves and really tackle trying to understand family dynamics and how they may have shaped you. A lot of times what may be or may have been painfully obvious to outsiders while you were growing up are "hidden" to the child who actually lived through them, so the adult child looking back cannot see things clearly.
Dysfunctional parents can be experts at hiding this from their kids, and they rarely own up to any of it. EVEN with the facts right in front of them.
I couldn't afford counseling, so I read probably 3,000 Web sites on dysfunctional families, alcoholics, drug addiction, personality disorders in the DSM IV, and several books from the library.
Armed with that, I "relived" my whole childhood from this new "educated" and "adult" perspective. I also imagined what my parents were doing when not in the home. I imagined what other adults thought of them. I became that "great cloud of witnesses."
There are secrets that can be revealed, that parents would never tell you themselves.
During the deconstruction, I was comforted by a little fact I had learned in Psychology 101.
Many decades ago, there were two monkeys used in a psych test. One was raised without any physical contact. He was fed through a metal feeder. The other was fed through a metal feeder covered with terry cloth, so this monkey had a little "comfort."
They then put the two monkeys in with a general population of monkeys. They both had a difficult time adjusting, but the one with the terry cloth did better. BUT as a footnote, after quite some time, the more "disturbed" monkey was able to intergrate WITH encouragement and guidance from the members of the general population.
Yes, it would have been easier if I could have researched one aspect of family dysfuntion and go down that particular path. BUT, since I hadn't a clue, I had to research them all.
This is what I found out.
My mother was an alcoholic, who lied and claimed she was a workaholic. My mom was never faithful to any of her four husbands. My mom hated her own parents (and all of her other relatives) OR hated herself in their presence so much, that she moved away from them when I was little. I had no aunts, uncles, grandparents, cousins, and until recently never knew my own father. I was effectively removed from anybody who may have acted as an advocate for me. I did have a lot of friends and a lot of my friends' parents acted as mentors for me. My mom hated every one of them. I came to believe that anyone who would be my friend or mentor must have some sort of personality problem that they would waste their time with someone like myself. My mom's personality matches that of the narcissist. My mom did hate her mother. I am much like my grandmother, at least from the very little I know about her. I like English literature and music. My grandmother was a concert pianist who taught piano. My mom didn't take to it, but I did. My mom is very jealous of my love for the piano. She is very competitive with me. She is very controlling much like the men who keep their girlfriends away from family and friends, so the girl has no one she can turn to for help and perspective. Once that is accomplished, the men strip the girl of her sel-esteem, her money, her time and energy; then she doesn't have the money, energy, self-esteem, or contacts to GET AWAY.
My step-father was an amazing man, but with a temper. He was obsessive-compulsive, much like Monk. He was a gambler.
My sister did a lot of drugs and used to tell my mother that I was up to something to throw the pressure off of herself, YET my mom could never catch me doing anything like that, so my mom just treated me every day as if I were doing something wrong. I was constantly yelled at and every problem in the house was somehow MY fault.
I was the scapegoat. This is the person everyone blames. It's the person least likely to be at fault and least likely to be able to defend themselves. It's usually the most straightfoward and honest and youngest (or newest member, if it's a committee environment) in the group.
After much research, I was able to determine, "Hey, these people were really very human with their own list of issues they were dealing with."
And much of their behavior toward me had nothing to do with me, and everything to do with who they were and what their issues, games, lies, and their own self deception was all about.
Big deal.
I'm reminded of a line in My Fair Lady.
"I should never have learned how to be a lady, except for Col. Pickering. Col. Pickering treats me like a lady and always will."
We "learn" who we are and what our pecking order is by HOW WE ARE TREATED.
But you can change that "learning" yourself, if you are willing to do the work.
After all that, the family crap in my head and pretty much how it affected who I am and who I am becoming just UNdramatically FIZZLED like a balloon SLOWLY releasing all its gas.
Frankly, I expected more.
There was a moment of, "Oh..."
And then it was gone.