heisenberg69 wrote on Jan 18th, 2012 at 2:59pm:Mj- You seem to be doing pretty well from where I'm sitting !
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Hi D,
Thanks. I guess I just feel like I've not managed to really understand what I am "to do" with the gifts I've been given. I mean, not only have I not effected any kind of change within my family (and what other purpose could there be for me to be so openly hated by them?) but they've managed to cause grief and strife in other areas of my life. It's really hard constantly starting over and picking up the pieces. And, whether or not I agreed to it before I was born into this body, it's just more than I'm capable of handling and I just want some peace.
There is a small part (I guess it's selfish) that wants to have real parents - people I can turn to when I'm tired or frustrated or unsure. I want to have big family meals together with them enjoying their grandchildren. I want to have at least ONE photograph of me with my family (they put all my siblings photos up, but never mine). I want my children to be loved and cherished the way other grandparents cherish and love theirs and I feel responsible because the only reason they are ignored and hated is because I am ignored and hated. Yes, I'm aware none of this matters in the afterlife, but, right now, today, I'm living on this plane and the rejection is incredibly painful.
The only thing I know how to do is continue to love and to be a different kind of parent to my children. I can and do cherish each moment with them and try to help them feel safe, secure and accepted. I want them to know, without any doubt or hesitation, that I will ALWAYS be there for them (not to prevent them from growing into responsible adults but,) to be the foundation of never-ending love and support throughout their lives. Various people blamed me for what happened in my family. They told me that I didn't understand because I didn't have children (I'm an "older" parent). Yet, now that I do, I find myself being less understanding of what they did to me. I see my precious children, their vulnerabilities, desires to be heard, their sweet laughter and silly jokes and I find myself unable to fathom what happened to me. I would meet death before I caused harm to my children or allowed anyone else to. Yet, those decisions ruled my life not only without hesitation, but with over-the-top pleasure at doing so.
I guess what I'm saying is I'm afraid that I've become less forgiving and understanding as I've aged. I don't feel the emotion of hatred or jealousy so I don't have anything to compare that to. However, I have felt unconditional love and now I've changed the rules. When it was just me, I had no trouble going back and trying once again. Now, I absolutely refuse to subject my children to it and although I know that's the safest solution for all of us, it causes me to feel like I failed - failed at being a strong enough example that at least one of my relationships within my family (immediate or extended) could have been salvaged. Instead, it's become a mob mentality of ostracization toward me and my current family. And, in that, I can't help but wonder "What's the point?" My tolerance, love, ability to forgive and to try again haven't changed anything which is what led to initial post on this forum. If I can't figure out this major lesson in my life, I will come back and have to repeat it and I just don't have any idea how to make it better.

Regards,
mj
P.S. In the interest of not confusing the matter, this is not an issue I only face within my family. I've dealt with it in the workplace (some experiences were posted in another discussion) and in other relationships. I use my family of origin situation as the core example because it's been the longest and most intense, but the "question" is repeating throughout many other relationships in my life.