When D20 and I had our argument the other day, she didn't call my mother. I thought that was interesting.
In the past, she would call my mother and mom would fuel the fire.
This time, she called a sorority sister and told her what happened. When D20 said that I reacted and had hit her, the sorority sister said, "What had you done before?"
D20 said, "I had kicked her new car and pushed her and called her a pu$$y."
Sorority sister responded, "Well, that was stupid. Don't kick someone's brand new car."
I feel like there's a different dynamic here, between D20 and I, than we had in Ohio. Something is different. I'm remembering the strong mom I was when she was five...as opposed to the weakened, abused woman I was when she was a teen.
She doesn't scare me anymore. And, I think she knows it.
She is reacting a bit like a bucking wild horse, but she is doing the things I ask...without any interference from my mother or the shadow of my old self.
She went to the meeting. She admitted to being a dry drunk. She did the grocery shopping. She picked up her own prescription.
This is a new beginning for us. I just need to keep my cool and continue to reinforce my boundaries. I'd forgotten the mother I used to be with her. I was so strong and structured when she was little. She has needed that mom.
"You know, it's times like these when I realize what a superhero I am." Tony Stark/Iron Man
“Focus on what you can do, then do it with all your heart.” Lois Wilson
