by Christina Enevoldsen
I knew it wasn’t the wisest decision to meet with my mother after seven years of no contact.
The past seven years have been the happiest of my life—despite being sued by my parents, four months of being homeless, suffering a miscarriage, the death of my father and all while healing from the wounds of my childhood abuse. I’ve fought to rid myself of the toxic beliefs of my dysfunctional family and I’m finally thriving.
Logically, it doesn’t make sense that I would even be willing to talk with my mom or see her again after everything she and my father did to me. But despite all reason, in my heart, I still long for a mom.
For a significant portion of my healing from abuse, I haven’t struggled much with wanting her. When my parents walked away from me, I felt a huge sense of relief. Then when I started to recognize all the ways they betrayed me, I was aroused to anger. My anger shielded me from the agonizing pain and loss of not having true parents.