In my case, when I was going through my demented mother's things prepping for her AL move and the sale of her house, I found out my mother has been the mistress of a married man for over 20 years!!! I am divorced because my ex husband cheated and all those nights of me bending mom's ear and her being so sympathetic, just to find out she was doing the exact same thing! Devastating and what a conflict of emotions!
Feeling such sorrow for my mother because of her diagnosis and such anger and disgust at the same time. Ugh....
Anyone else find out negative stuff about your loved one you were unaware of? Just wondering how common this is. Please share here. Thanks and peace to us all. :)
To neverland,
The old saying Like mother like daughter or like father like son or another saying is runs in the family saying.
As I stated many times on this forum.Becoming a caregiver requires without choice to learn their darkside or as you call it ( secrets/skeletons in the closet )
I'm a child from the 1970's.The 70's was the best of times I would say.Great movies and great music began in the 70's.Most music today is just remakes from the 70's.From Eagles,Foreigner hot blooded to cold as ice as on the morning school bus hearing Paul Harvey.Those times we will never see/hear again as best of times.Sorry for the flashback lol I loved the 70's!
Anyway,
Dealing with these elderly people today as caregivers is just like a flashback from the 70's.These elderly people still think their in the 70's in thinking and spending money.I have a Aunt that I caregiver for.She lives alone in her own home .I drive 20 miles one way trip,5 days a week to care for her needs.I don't get any reinbursement from my time or gas to help her.And the old 70's era lady doesn't offer a dime to me either.Once in a blue moon she may offer me $5.One gal of gas is darn near $4 a gal.It's sad what us caregivers get our selves into without thinking prior.Dealing with my Aunt I learned she is very hateful as I learned her darkside.Getting passed their darkside and moving on is a job of it's own.
I discovered some interesting secrets. I sought short term pastoral counseling to help me get perspective. It helped. What hurts the most? It hurts being deceived ("Do as I say and teach" while some other things go on in the shadows).
I would not call our parents' generation "The Greatest Generation". We overcame racism, sexism and other ugly realities of life in the 1960s-1970s. Keeping up a false front is what I've observed from "The Greatest Generation". Achievers and humanitarians have been far and few between.
Everybody has some secret. But when secretive life choices (like a long term affair while a person is married to somebody else) is difficult to swallow.
My aunt was the sweetest, kindest woman you'd ever meet, and never revealed to even her own family who the father was. At 16, was she deceived by an older man, was she raped? Nobody knows, but all of her siblings knew that he'd been adopted and nobody ever told him, at her request. Perhaps she should have told him the truth at some point in his life, but it was sad that he and his wife would judge her for a youthful mistake, and discount a life lived with kindness and love for everyone.
As for Whodathunk, if someone talks to you negatively about other people, you can believe without a doubt that they are doing the same thing about you to others. It is a possibility that your mother has a mental problem. My mother trashes everyone, both behind their back and right to their face. She has been this way all her life. She is a very sick and unhappy woman, with Borderline Personality. Severe lack of self esteem often causes people to tear others down to make themselves look or feel better. Hardest lesson to learn (and I'm still learning) is to not take it personally. It's taken me almost 6 yrs to get to this place, and I feel so bad for you, as we all (me too) want to be loved by our mothers.
As my brother was dying 4 years ago, I tearfully said to him, "What will I do without you here? .....You have been my rock from the time we were little kids!" His answer: "You thought I was the rock but I was just leaning on the real Rock. Remove me from the equation and you find He is still there for you."
My brother was right.
When my parents first had (hilariously dreadful) double-glazing installed I assumed it was my mother's doing. Wrongggggg! I found that the person who'd signed the contract was my recently retired and with too much time on his hands Dad, Lord love 'im. I'm sure he thought the salesman seemed a decent enough chap who made a lot of sense...
My fantasy is I'll find out I have a sibling who was institutionalized and "forgotten about" as the advice would have been in those days...that's the other thing people used to be so ashamed of, mental illness or disability.
I still don't really know how my mom got to be the perfectionistic and negative way she was. I guess it was just a spirit of fear of being found inadequate and need for security that got into her and led her to discourage us from so many things. A little more ammunition would help me go further on my journey to mutual compassion and forgiveness. I doubt I will find out much more of anything from anyone in this lifetime though.
Today fortunately we have progressed to the point that people are not so ashamed of things they often had little or no control over. And a lot of people just don't care who knows what any more. I think it is better in many ways.
So please remember your mother's generation and upbringing when you think about the affair. She is probably more embarrassed and reluctant to discuss this situation than a younger person would be today.
I did not know she was doing this untile a couple weeks ago. I didn't mean to evesdrop. It was an accident. I told my brother and he said 'you know how your Mother is, let it go'. I can't. I used to sit with her to keep her company, I used to run when she called, I used to care. Now I am an empty shell. I do what I have to, like a robot. He's coming today so I can get my taxes done and I was thinking about hiding a tape recorder, but I won't as I don't want to be hurt more.
I'm sorry I'm off topic. Now that you've put it in words for me, maybe I'll ask the community here, what they think. Or maybe you could .
Neverland, I'm sorry that it was a particularly sore spot that got poked with you; but in general - not this time - it amuses me when succeeding generations have allowed themselves to imagine that their elders never had illicit sex, never made foolish decisions or had private passions, were never young, were never infatuated, were never naïve, never did anything they might later regret or be embarrassed by or ashamed of… And, above all, that they treasure no secrets.
My siblings imagine that the only people who ever mattered to my mother are her children, and my late father. Well, now. I don't know who, but somebody gave my mother an extremely nice lipstick and powder compact for her 21st birthday, and to judge by the colour of the lipstick it sure as h*** wasn't a family member, not even allowing for 1940s' fashions. And she didn't meet my dad for another six years. And she's kept this present very safe.
Neverland, people fall in love, and not through choice, and often not wisely but too well. That's what happened to your mother. Logically, why should that mean she didn't care deeply about the hurt you suffered? She had a choice between a little judicious hypocrisy or confessing all. What would you have done in her shoes, if you wanted to comfort your beloved daughter?
I understand your conflict, of course this must have been a jolt for you. But don't judge her. You weren't there.