CONTENT WARNING: Physical Abuse (Mentioned)
I’m low-contact with my mother, and it’s been lower for the last year.
A year and change ago:
Mom: “Come visit! You haven’t visited in years!”
Me: “The last time I visited, your husband assaulted me.”
Mom: “That was a misunderstanding. He was trying to tell you how much he loves you.”
Me: “He shook me, slapped me twice, and stopped me from leaving until I asked him to hug me, all after screaming at me.”
Mom: “It was a misunderstanding!”
Me: “Besides, I visited in 2019, and it hasn’t been safe since then.”
I make it clear that I will have nothing to do with my stepfather. I’ve been making that clear since 2005 when he beat up my sister.
A few days later:
Mom: “I found a really cute [Rental] on a farm, and there are cute animals and a town with nice restaurants. I’ll take you out to nice restaurants every day. We haven’t gotten to bond in so long. It’ll just be us two, and we will be miles away from [Stepfather].”
Me: “I’ll think about it.”
I decided to go out there. I’m food-insecure and have painful food sensitivities, so I planned to bring food, but Mom talked me out of it, saying we would bake together and eat out every day.
When I arrived, she took me to a residential area.
Mom: “There is just one bed. You don’t mind sharing, do you?”
Me: *Pauses* “Sure. I’m hungry, though. You said we could bake slice-and-bake cookies?”
Mom: “Oh, it turns out there is no oven here… and I don’t have any food. I assumed you would eat on the flight. Will you be okay?”
Me: “Oh… you told me we would get dinner when I landed.”
Mom: “But I’m tired!”
We went to a drive-thru. Every day, we only ate twice a day, at a gas station or at the drive-thru.
Mom: “I’m so excited to show you my favorite breakfast spot!”
This was the gas station. I tried to be positive while hiding from yellow jackets in a stifling car, eating something that would give me stomachaches later.
This was her breakfast spot… because we were five minutes from her house. She kept bringing me to her house to grab things.
The day I was leaving, she promised me we would go get snacks for the long ride across the country. She dragged me along to a doctor’s appointment, and then, we got on the freeway.
Me: “Aren’t we going to the grocery store?”
Mom: “I took you out for breakfast, so I didn’t think you still needed it.”
Me: “You know to ask before changing plans, and you know I have food insecurity.”
Mom: “Well, I don’t know how to find the grocery store now that I’m already here. I don’t want to get off the freeway and then back on.”
She refused to apologize, and she dropped me at the airport six hours before my flight with no food. I couldn’t really afford airport food.
I should have known. Before she moved across the country, I allowed her to drive me four hours to visit her house under the stipulation the stepfather was elsewhere. Not only was he home, but my mother…
Mom: “I thought you could just sleep on the floor.”
Me: “You thought? You thought? I’m disabled. This will hurt me for weeks. How dare you?!”
There was nowhere else to sleep. Then, she refused to drive me back and insisted that my stepfather do it the next morning.
It’s just the audacity gets me. She isn’t poor. She regularly goes on vacations all over the world, more than once a year. There is no reason to bait and switch me like that.