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Not only is your mother's reaction inappropriate but I would guess that you are very angry with her because she did not prevent what happened to you. She was the "good" parent who was supposed to protect you. She essentially denies that what your father did was bad. How the hell can she live with herself? What is your allegiance to her?
My parents were alcoholic. Thanksgiving was my mother staying sober and preparing delicious food for three days. She had some wonderful recipes and she did a marvelous job. It was my father's favorite holiday.
Christmas was another story. Christmas was a nightmare. John Denver's song, "Please Daddy, Don't Get Drunk This Christmas" was written for us. My father would get drunk every day after work for one week straight during Christmas and when he finally did come home, my mother would load us and him in the car and drive us over to my grandparents house (my father's parents) to exchange gifts. He would sit in the corner with a stupid grin on his face. His father abused him. He didn't like his parents. My mother was in charge of Christmas for us four kids as my father liked to be in on the toys and things but as we got older he didn't think it was all that fun. I think Christmas wasn't all that fun when he was young.
In later years, when I spoke to my mother about the times that she and my father neglected me when I injured myself physically, she said to me (and I cannot count the number of times she said these words), "Vickie, we just didn't have any idea you were hurt that bad." I had sprained my ankle, torn my ACL ligament, sliced open the bottom of my foot 3 inches, and re-injured my knee after the ACL injury. I was on crutches for my high school graduation. They were not unaware. They were drunk.
Please get a therapist. You deserve some peace from this.
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 Vickie
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