How do i remain physically present but emotionally detached from my family and relatives?
For the first 6 years of my life, my family and i stayed in a public housing apartment. My folks managed to upgrade us to private residential (landed house) where we had been just right up to last year.
The decision to sell was technically a 'family situation'. My parents are retired and my dad essentially has zero savings. I am the only child, 26 this year. I have been working since i was 21. Every month i give half of my salary to my parents, whilst also paying my own expenses. I had stopped taking allowances from my parents since 16, and my education was completedly funded from a scholarship i received.
Despite my monthly efforts, the cost of maintaining 3 mouths in a landed house was beyond me. I kept hearing my parents whine about financial matters (can't buy this, that, this is expensive, etc etc). I felt quite burdened because i didn't know what more to do.
When the prices of houses escalated, (the early peak), we made the hard decision to sell. I was persistent with the decision although it pained me considerably - we had been living in that neighbourhood for nearly 20 years and i enjoyed being the owner of private landed property. But my premise was that it would free up a huge amount of cash to serve as their nest egg, thus allowing them to enjoy the full benefits of retirement while simultaneously relieving me of the pressure to provide month-on-month. It is stressful living on paycheck to paycheck and this was the same time i wanted to move my career elsewhere and that involved some risks. Most importantly, i felt as long as the 3 of us were together, it didn't matter where we stayed. Meanwhile we'd also found a public housing apartment in the central area which was minutes from my office in the central business district.
But from the moment we made the decision to sell (and there were many keen buyers), my mom fell into severe depression and wanted not to sell. But it was too late as the contract had been committed. I was not a party to the title deed - my parents were and they signed. My mom claims she signed it under duress (from me). From that day on, my family life has been complete hell. My dad is completely caught in the middle and offers little support.
My mom cried everyday. She cried to all her siblings (my relatives) how miserable she was to stay in the public housing apartment (no garden, common parking area). She has sought 'escape' by travelling frequently or staying out of the apartment for the whole day but almost always the trip home (be it from overseas or from the shopping centre) she would weep on the way back. She threatened countless times to commit suicide. She said the most hurtful things to me. Given that i found out i was adopted and never knew the true story behind it, i am especially sensitive to certain remarks.
When i visited my relatives the other day (my mom's father, siblings), i had the distinct sense that i was being silently blamed for my family breaking up (not physically but emotionally). This is especially when my mom and dad have been 'holing' up in Melbourne in my aunt' house there for over 4 weeks now. I couldn't answer them when they asked me when were my folks returning. I was the receiving end of a lot of hidden inuendos along the lines of 'let them stay there since they are unhappy here', etc etc. What's worse is i saw that these incidences of her crying (above) that were recorded by her in some diary which i did not know of its existence until she called me over the phone to ask me to look up some 'address' for her and i chanced upon it.
For over a year now i've put up with the 'blame and the guilt', although i stand by myself still that if ever i was the one who made them sell the house, it was done with the best intentions. I never took a single cent of the proceeds for the house and i furnished the loan for the current apartment we stay in. I have put up with all the hurtful remarks (including her repeated verbal abuse and demanding i buy her back a house). I even tried to become a social escort to earn extra cash to try to raise enough money for a downpayment for a house - this stopped when one bad quarrel led me to shout at them with this revelation.
I don't know what to do. I have tried toughing it out, seeking solace in my friends, but at the end of the day, i still have to return home to them. But there's no saying what i do or say (even nothing) will trigger another rampage.
posted by prudie at 12:30 AM on April 21