After putting forth $20,000 and a $2,000 deposit at our venue, my mother has said she won't plan the wedding any further. This was the ultimate response I had to come to.
Dear Mom:
I’m not sure how to start without you assuming I’m attacking you. I was nothing if not relaxed on the phone and composed during the writing of the email. I really just need you to understand how I feel. I don't loathe you, but I am frustrated, sad and feel very betrayed.
Before I start on retorting to anything, I’d like to address some things you ignored in my first letter to you and explain their significance:
You don’t come to me with your issues or family needs until it’s too late. You perceive me as pulling away, but I keep asking to be included and you ignore me... so I go on with my life - NOT ignoring you, just going on with whatever it is I do.
You did try to defer having the conversation about the wedding. When I told you Craig was starting a new job you suggested next weekend... and until I said the exact words for you, you resisted having the talk.
I make a direct note of people having problems getting you to hear their need for your attention. This seems self-explanatory. I have been there, but I am always crapped on as the black sheep. Your family thinks I ignore you, they don’t approve of my inability to work and since Beth’s appearance I feel like they see me as a totally different person.
You are also still leaving me out of the loop on Nan.
One more wedding related note; you sent the contract in a week before calling me with this news. You didn’t even just make the deposit... you signed the contract too!
One brief point: in your letter you said “I am doing this because I love you, not to torture...or whatever you have decided is my diabolically unfair reason.” I never said you had one. This was your assumption. In fact, I believe you thought you were doing the right thing, you just didn’t realize the full consequences for someone who has severe issues with sudden change (anxiety sufferers, for one).
Look, I’m broke, I can admit that. I’m comfortable with that. ...but everything in the family revolves around money. How the siblings rank your house, what kind of gifts the kids get, how new your clothes are, how many shoes you have, what your title is, how much grandpa wrote a cheque for, where your degree is from... It hurts me when I see the family in this light... but I need to start confronting a lot of things I don’t want to.
With regard to my pulling away, you are as cold and distant as Pluto! I’m always the one who goes for the hug, tells you I love you and all that other “mushy” stuff you never wanted to partake in. I’ve been doing my damnest recently to hold my life together, finding out I've been I've been treated for years for the wrong condition, trying to write letters to blood relatives I’ve never met, being unsteadily unemployed... If anything, in this time I have made a marked effort to come closer with your siblings and Dad’s side, particularly since Craig has come into my life – ON THIS POINT YOU ARE FABRICATING HALF-TRUTHS.
More than your attention, I wanted your faith in me. You did say that you are “most optimistic for [me]”, but you want me to “get my shit[self] together” so you don’t lose two thousand dollars... You’ve never been one to readily give faith, but as a lot of other older parents I’ve spoken to say, “you ALWAYS have faith in your child”. You can tell me your optimistic and that you want to see me better, but actions speak louder and with our communications, I can’t believe that’s true. I think you want to want to see me better. But confidence, pride, esteem, these are things I did not learn from friends, school, or you. You taught me how to pitch a great facade to the world, though.
Because impressions are everything... And before you say those are just glass tigers in my head - there’s a reason I’m so fixated on it. Your whole family is a billboard for capitalism, the shiny ‘burbs where your clothes and car are who you are and your life insurance is how people remember you.
And I really... I want no part of it. You were right when I said I’m a grown up. And I know I don’t want those types of influences in my life. The wedding statement, ultimatum, call it whatever you want, was the jockey that broke the camels back.
I don’t want to get in an email fight and end it with you giving me rent money. Or cancelling the wedding and giving me left-over money for debt. I don’t want your money, period. I never wanted money. On every occasion I received money, I made a point to be sure everyone knew it was appreciated but not expected!!! I’m broke - so you hold an upper hand here that you flash like a diamond... I don’t want your charity, rescue, float, etc... not because I’m too prideful or ashamed; but I’m sick over everyone thinking I’m materialistic and after money (including you).
I know I’m not your blood, you don’t have that particular bond with me. I wish you could admit that or something. Since I met Beth you’ve been totally different towards me. And that’s funny ‘cause I barely talk to her... I don’t know anyone... they just know I exist.
What I do know, is your email response was more dramatic than my initial questioning email. You made me realize you have no faith in my choices or respect for my lifestyle. I suspect you barely tolerate Craig, because you’ve said you know if you didn’t, I’d REALLY pull away.
In order to “get my shit together” I need to get away from you, at least temporarily. I’m starting to see you are a part of my problems and continuing to have contact while I’m in a crisis state only makes me more vulnerable. I'm sorry if that hurts to hear but it's the truth.
Love,
Meg
PS – If you were really up to stopping the wedding, you shouldn’t have initiated something we can get over the internet for $15 and signed for $50. Not saying we’re going to, but really, if we wanted to, it could be done tomorrow.