Dear S:

I am reading a bit of your recent post (and post before) and responding, then reading a bit more and responding more. I hope you have patience with this post of mine. (I will be processing my own childhood experience in this post as well as responding to your situation):

“I don’t expect anything from his mother.. I only have a problem with the guy”- but the guy is owned by his mother, so your problem really is with his mother.

I wrote to you yesterday: “traditionally, parents own their children.. traditionally,  in Indian culture, parents (in this case his mother) own their sons and daughters… are owned by their husbands’ parents”.

You answered: “You’re absolutely right on the topic of ownership. That’s the case with majority of the population”.

– so you see, you don’t “only have a problem with the guy”, you have a problem with the woman who owns him.

“He’s the one that screwed up!”- he screwed up in context of the relationship between him and you. But his mother who screwed him up in the bigger context of his mind-heart-and-life. You can’t see reality as it is unless you see the bigger context.

“His mother has back and joint problems. She has had various surgeries and has been in constant pain so much so that she couldn’t even walk properly”-

-I will share with you my personal experience with my mother: she too had chronic back pain and joint problem from an early age, her thirties I think. She suffered from Rheumatoid arthritis which involves warm, swollen, and painful joints, chronic and intense pain and stiffness and other symptoms that get worse with time. My mother, my poor mother had me and my sister but her husband was a womanizer and she divorced him early. He didn’t help her financially and there was no government plan in my country of origin at the time to help her. She worked very hard cleaning and scrubbing people’s homes and places of work, working at three different sites per day in the hot and humid summer and throughout the year.

Not only were her joints painful but her hands were raw and sometimes bleeding because she scrubbed people’s baths and toilets with much force and harsh detergents.

She expressed her pain to me, a whole lot, showing me her raw, bleeding hands and complaining to me how very difficult her life was, how she has no one to help her, and not only that, other people take advantage of her and she ends up feeding them generously, spending her very-hard-earned money on expensive foods for guests.

I tried to  help her with cleaning of the very small apartment in which we lived but she got angry, telling me I do it wrong and create even more work for her. I tried to help her assert herself- tell the guests to go away so that she doesn’t feed them, but she said she won’t. So  I told her I will tell them! She got very angry with me and said she will kill me if I say anything to them. I asked her to not buy me anything so that she spends less money but she insisted on buying me the best things.

In my mind, not being able to help her in any way, and continuing to be the benefactor of her hard-earned money- my financial debt to her kept increasing and I had to pay her back, somehow!

When I graduated high school I applied to the only medicine school in the country because I figured medical doctors make a lot of money, but I failed admission. Next I figured I will be an actress, a movie star, and make a lot of money.. for her. I applied to a famous acting school and failed admission.

I worked a few jobs and in one of them the boss was a rich man so I figured maybe he will give me money so that I can give it to her. I saw movies on TV where that happened. This man was very unattractive and 32 years older than me- I failed and he didn’t give me money. What I did get from the experience was unspeakable shame and humiliation.

I ended up with a bachelor degree and living in another country where income was higher. I never felt comfortable spending any money I earned. If I didn’t pay the absolute minimum for  something, I felt guilty. All money,  in my mind, belonged to my mother. I lived in small rooms in people’s homes because I had to save my money.. it belonged to her. I couldn’t risk my money by investing so my/her money earned the minimal interest. When I was generous with another person who was not my mother, soon enough I felt very guilty.

I was owned. I wanted to be free from her but I believed that I had to buy my freedom. There are many more details but I will cut to the chase: I gave all the money I made away (except for what I spent on living) and failed to buy my freedom from her.

(Eventually I ended all contact with her, more than six years at this point).

Back to  you: “At least tell her that I can take care of her too!”- you are employed, making money, capable physically to help her around the house and take her to appointments, if you lived with her, being married to her son- but an independent, intelligent woman like you may not persist in taking care of her. Does she not needs someone broken, someone who will take care of her because their will for an independent life is broken?

“I have a family too. I know the family values and importance of a family”- what happens when one of those “family values” is a mother breaking her son’s will, having him marry another submissive, broken woman, so that the two broken people never forget who is number one.

Owning the soul of one’s child forever more is not an admirable family value.

And a woman who dyed her hair green is unconventional, not traditional and so, she may be a woman not easily owned.

“he promised me a fair fight… he said that even after all the fighting, his mother doesn’t agree he would leave me”- if his empathy is with his suffering mother, with back and joint problems and severe physical pain- he will not be able to fight her and add to her pain.

“My plan was to make him talk to his mother before he leaves for the U.S… tell her about me and find out why she dislikes me and to what extent so that we could decide our next step accordingly… His mother then responded that we want somebody with black hair! And that we’re spending a lot on you and hence have certain expectations!”-

– a woman with green hair is too independent to be owned. She is a.. risk. “we’re spending a lot on you”- the clear message is: you owe me and I own you.

My summary of this post: it doesn’t take a particular culture for a parent to own a child for decades. It takes a parent expressing her physical suffering at length and repeatedly. The child automatically feels 100% empathy that binds him (or her) to the parent, being 100% motivated to take away the parent’s pain.

The Indian culture where adult sons live with the parent is an added touch to ownership of an adult child  by a parent.

Do not underestimate his strong belief that he owes her and must submit to her. Even if inside him he desires to be free of her (I had such a strong desire to be free  of my mother!), he is bound to her. Her leash is tight around his neck.

You can find this out for yourself: contact his mother. Ask to talk to her. Be very polite, very accommodating, listen to her, if she talks to you. Keep an open mind. How very much I would  like to be wrong about him being an owned adult son, most likely for as long as his mother is alive and maybe even longer. Get to know who and what you are against in this case.

anita