While I wasn't raised a JW I still understand abuse. My mom was very abusive of me while I was growing up, both physically and mentally. She was one of those types who blamed me for being molested at the hands of my uncle or rather she blamed me for the rift that occurred in our family when I told her what happened. If I had just kept quiet she would still have had her relationship with her father, which I was to find out wasn't true at all. She has many deep seated resentments already in place towards her dad before I was even born. This was just one nail amongst many in that particular coffin.
So to my point.
It has taken me 35 years to come to grips with who she is. She herself is a victim of abuse at her mother's hands and trying to deal with the issue of being born out of wedlock (my grandfather never married my mom's mother) and then leaving her for another woman which he married two years later and had three children. Of course he had done this before. I think my Grandfather has something like 13 kids all together with my mom being the only one out of wedlock, a very big deal in the 1950's. My mom isn't perfect, she's very controlling and wants things her way and when she gets it, she still isn't happy. She's never let go of her anger towards her father and has never been able to really confront him about it. He just says "the past is the past and it cannot be undone" and course that's not good enough for her. She wants some sort of revenge, but seems unclear about exactly what she wants. My grandad cannot apologize to my mom's mother as she was hit by a truck and killed 3 years later when my mom was 19 years old.
For myself it has been a struggle to come to grips with this person and try to jump over the hurdle that is my childhood. I think that since she couldn't control what her dad did, she made it a point to dominate every other male in her life. She's since been married and divorced 3 times and I'm her only son. All three marriages were very abusive. The first one was my father being abusive towards her. I think she married him just to escape her mom. The next two marriages had her being the abuser as a means of control on her part.
Myself and my younger sister (born from the third marriage when I was 13 years old) have very little to do with my mother. I have forgiven my mom, but my sister still holds a grudge.
I think my mom did the best that she could, all things considered. I many times wished for a different mom or to be an orphan but it didn't happen.
Eventually I realized that I couldn't control how my mom behaved, but I could control how I reacted to her. I could also control whether to hang onto my resentment and stay stifled for the rest of my life or to let it go and move on with my life.
I called my grandfather's wife a few months back and brought up the subject of my abuse and she told me things I hadn't known (I was 5 years old when it happened and don't recall much except the abuse itself, but not what happened afterwards). With this new information I came to realize I had been used by my mom to get back at her dad. She withheld his grandson as a means of punishing him because he had deserted my mom when she was 16 years old and that she had lied to me about how everything was my fault when it was she who cut the family ties.
Sound familiar? It's disfellowshipping all over again.
My mom is now older and still just as bitter. She refuses to forgive or seek forgiveness. I've have only known her to apologize once to me in my entire life and that was by interfering in a relationship of mine that may have ended in marriage. But she turned the person away from me by lying. I guess she didn't want to lose her punching bag.
Suffice to say, I have forgiven her, but I keep a certain story in mind when it comes to dealing with her.
It seems that a scorpion wanted to cross a river, but scorpions can't swim. He saw a fox nearby and asked the fox for a ride across the river, but the fox refused. "You would sting me and I would die," said the fox.
"But you will be carrying me across the river, and if I sting you then I would also drown and die," reasoned the scorpion.
The fox was convinced. The scorpion jumped on his nose and the fox began swimming across the river. Halfway across, however, the scorpion stung the fox on his nose. As the fox began losing strength and slipping beneath the river's surface, he cried out to the scorpion, "Now we will both die! Why did you sting me?"
He answered: "Because I am a scorpion, and that's what I do. You knew that before you agreed to carry me across."
I'm the Fox, my mom is the scorpion.
So I'm always on my guard that no matter what happens my mom cannot be trusted to change. I'll believe it when I see it, but so far in 41 years of life it has happened.