Nobody believes me because of what my abuser was.
I escaped a violent and abusive parent, unusually my abuser was my mother.
And yet society still insists that I need to love my mother because they're my parent and to forgive the violence, abuse and theft of thousands of pounds from me. To the point where when I am open about my past people either scold me for not loving my abuser or fixing her, or flat out don't believe me because we're taught that giving birth makes someone loving and wonderful, and that mother's don't do what mine did to me.
I am chronically lectured on my failure to be a "good" and "dutiful" daughter, because society thinks it is the role of women to absorb this type of abuse and to change the abuser by endurance rather than supporting our right to get the hell out of danger and to protect ourselves from the rampaging of violent people who happen to be our parents.
I am tired of being told that if I'd just been a "better" daughter, then my mother would have been what society deems a mother to be. My "mother" is an abuser. Her choice to abuse me was not caused by anything I did or didn't do. It was all her, and society needs to see that, not my supposed "failure".
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