Hello everyone. As always, thank you for being out there and being here too!
I am coming to terms and have grieved the loss of my BPDmom who I have been off and on NC with for years. It has been painful, but as I grow I feel stronger.
I own my own business, now. No one thought I could and they all said I was crazy to own my own horse and carriage service.
Now as an adult I relive the guilt, shame and stress (to the point of getting physically ill) that was laid on me when I was a kid. For example when I was a kid and forgot my homework (that I had completed) at home, and once I realized it the pain in guts were excruciating. My BPD mom would say, "coldNheartless, why would you do that? You did your homework and you forget it at home? Your already a mediocre student on scholarship" (it was a very academic school that I went into in 5th grade and missed a ton of background, I worked hard but never totally caught up, plus the kids were so rich that I was pegged as the low class scholarship kid). I worked really hard and never felt smart enough to be there, like genetically those kids were different, but then again, this could have been my mom projecting her own insufficiency on me. Anyway, the guilt trip over homework would end with "you know how hard I work for you to go to that school, why would you do you your homework and be so forgetful to not even bring it in, thats more stupid than not doing it at all."
I only recognized these feelings this week, I made a brutal mistake at work and was absolutely stricken with guilt, shame and embarrassment and stress. I had a tour reservation that I had accidentally missed last year and they decided to hold onto the credit and called to rebook the ride this year and I forgot it AGAIN! It was an honest mistake on my schedule that I penciled in on the wrong day. Of course they were upset, and I was apologizing and could do nothing to fix it... .I offered to pay for their dinner while they kill some time and I get my carriage ready. They decline and tell me that they will call me the next day to deal with it, which they don't. So the night of, I am burning up, my stomach is so sick and nauseous that I realize, that this is what is was like ALL the time when I was a kid. It was torture and now these feelings come back.
When we were talking and I told her about a mistake, she actually said "ColdNheartless, I can't belive you did that? Why bother doing everything you do for your business if you blow off customers", I know its true.
There are more complicated layers in there too, with her projecting her pain on me. When my BPDm was in pain from breaking up with a boyfriend or detoxing she used to hurt herself. She would carve herself up with razors and once even carved my name really deep into her chest. (Yes, I've done lots of T, please don't tell me to go get more,

). I think about her and think about how she was abused as a child and treated like garbage and I feel pain for her. (She likes to point out that she was way more abused as a child than I was, which is true, I was never physically harmed. She has told me that I am lucky that I was never physically abuse, which I guess I am lucky that never happened). The guilt is so strong.
When I started cutting myself as a teen she freaked and took away everything she could, my clothing, music, art supplies, I was only allowed to use the phone for short periods and I know she was listening in. I packed a bag and kept it under my bed until she went to work and I took off. It was the most free feeling even though I knew she was going to hunt me down. She did.
I am free from her, now that I am almost 30 and NC, but I can't shake the physical symptoms that are triggered by things out of my control. I know that every person on this planet makes mistakes. I still feel guilty for things she imposed on me; my body, how I responded to her as a teen. I never partake in destructive behavior when I am having strong emotions both happy or sad, as I know what it leads to.
Now I am getting married and I feel guilty because I refuse to invite her to my wedding because she hates me and is so mean to my guy. Why do I feel guilty? Because I know that inside her head she is dying to be there.
I feel guilty that I have a happy life and healthy relationship with my sweetheart. She even told me as a kid that no man would ever love me because I was disgusting, I was fat by her standards and I pick my nose. My job is what she wanted to do with her life, and I feel guilty that she never got to own horses. \
I enjoy my life that I have created, I like the person Iam, Im ok with my body and I even try to do stress modification activities.
Is guilt just a bad side effect of being free?