My mother went on a trip to see her affair while I was seeing my boyfriend for the very first time,
which was also the first time ever for me being alone in a different country (Germany to France).
Anyways, my Mom was going to see her "parents", who are living about 10 hours away from our
home.. turns out it wasn't the parents she's been seeing and one day after I've arrived in France
I get a text from her, that she will never be returning home, because she has a new man.
She was waiting to tell me until I was in France, over 1.300km away from her.. she broke up with
my father (who she was married to 25 years or so) over SMS. Like.. what the actual ***.
Anyways.. the worst is, that since I didn't knew anything of it, before I went to get my train
to France, she wanted to hug me and I was playing around like "Nah, don't hug me Mooom, that's
not cool.." so I didn't hug her, the last chance that I was ever able to hug her before her pretty
much disappearing. My Dad was obviously heartbroken of it, but I don't want to go too much
into details now how he was feeling.
My relationship to my parents was pretty good. Since I had not many friends and got only bullied
in school, my mother was always my best friend for me, literally for all the 17 years she was with
me she was my best friend, I could tell her literally anything and we would play games together,
bake, etc. However, I was never really a big fan of my father, as he was all the time away working
to get some money home.. (turns out later that my Mom put my Dad in a huge debt and my Dad
wasn't understand why we never had money, as he was literally working from 6 in the morning to
10h in the night.. he never had access to his own bank account, as my Mom was handling it.)
Anyways.. since my Mom left it was obviously very weird when I came back after 3 weeks from
visiting my boyfriend (who was very supportive by the way, thank god). The situation was really
awkward, as I never had the closest relationship to my father and I never saw him sad, ever.
So.. we started to get a better bond, but we also had a lot of fights, because my parents used
me as a communicationsystem, pretty much. My Mom wanted to know something about my brother
(who completely blocked her out of his life) or my Dad? I had to be the informant.
My Dad wanted to know something? I had to be the informant. The worst is, my Mom never ever
asked about how I am. Only about my brother and sometimes if my Dad has a new woman.
They broke me mentally and the fact that my Mother, that was my best friend for all these years
didn't give a **** about me anymore was heartbreaking. I couldn't even do the education for
childcare anymore, because of how unstable I've became from it.
That was actually the point that I've decided to move to my boyfriend, which was the best
decision ever. I was very lucky with the timing, because my Dad had found a woman that
seemed very good to him, like I've never seen him that happy with my Mom. It was
really heartwarming. Since then the relationship to my Dad has become really really good.
He loves me more than ever and I really love him as well, he always cares for me, wants to
know if everything is alright, he loves my boyfriend, etc. His new wife is also nice.
I mean, she tries a bit too hard to make me come back to Germany but eh.. she just wants
that my Dad has me back, I guess. But not gonna happen, lol.
On the other hand.. the relationship to my Mom is pretty much dead. At one point I deleted
and blocked her everywhere, because she was just treating me so bad that I ended up being
so broken I even started selfharming (don't do that, really dumb and bad). Her new man
was calling me a sl*t and that I should be ashamed of how I treat my mother (I never did
anything wrong to her, as I always treat my parents with respect) and that I should stop
being with a french, because her new man is a Nazi, so.. yeay...
Anyways, what I wanted to say. For me personally the breakup was really though and it
still hurts me to see how my Mother is treating me nowadays, 5 years after everything happened.
I'm still always here for her, but she is never for me, she doesn't even care that I am sick at the
moment and the doctors can't figure out what it is. She was caring more for my cats health
than for mine. BUT: If the breakup didn't happen I would've never made such a big decision
and moving to France. It changed my life to something good.
The aftermath is pretty much:
- I am more happy now than ever in my life, because I did a huge
decision that I would've never done, thanks to their breakup.
- My Dad is happier than ever before and he actually owns a small business now and has his own
home. He is also travelling around the world and is way more healthy than before
- My brother came out of his shell and finally found a lovely girlfriend that makes him soo happy
- My Mom, well.. the relationship to her is broken and it's her own fault. I don't even think that
she is that happy in her new marriage, to be honest. But hey, it's her life..
Sorry, that became a bit long, haha