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« on: July 27, 2016, 09:35:29 AM »
Thank you Tony. I think you are right about a next or last step. I had originally wrote, and deleted for some reason, something similar to my next statement after the post.
As the oldest child and a female, I was always told my first obligation was to my family and not myself. If I wanted to put myself or what I wanted first I was told I was selfish, had a big ego, who did I think I was etc. If I was male, I do not think that would have happened. Of course I went along with it, especially because I was terrified of my father, because of his physical punishment of my mother and us. No matter how he treated me, he treated my brother the worst as far as punishment and taunting goes, as I think he viewed him as competition. My mother was passive but complicit in regards to my fathers abuse. I did what my parents wanted, did well in school and got my bachelors and masters degree in business. My brother tried college and it was not a good fit for him. My parents told him he had to get a job so he could pay them rent. He had trouble finding one and they kicked him out. He moved from friend to friend when he was only 17. I felt sorry for my brother and my siblings, and tried to make up to them for how my parents treated them. That was not my job and they only took advantage of me. That was them acting out their aggression towards being "parented" I suppose, so in a way it was not about me. When I was 35, I remembered that when I was 7 I saw my father try to push my Mom off a second story porch. Around that time, I found out he had a mistress. Just before he died, I realized he had been an alcoholic for most of his life. He died and did not leave a will. Before he died he gave his mistress a lot of cash. The lawyers and the nursing home for my Mom got the money from the estate.
I served someone who, I was unaware, was deliberately self - sabotaging what I wanted in order for me to have what he wanted. In a way this was repeated with my ex - husband and even my son. I felt taken advantage of. I did not get what I wanted or expected. I felt like my investment of time, energy, love, compassion for my them was not returned.
I was thinking about this the night I posted the dream and that night I had a vision of the back of someones head. It was long black dreadlocks in a pony tail. Then a big splotch of red paint which was turning to gold leaf.
Last night "I am....a container for myself" and "Finally at last compassion."