The Ice Queen

Why is it that some devious mothers find pleasure in mentally castrating their sons when they’re still boys, so it leaves them unable to acknowledge and recognise the difference between manipulation and unconditional acceptance later in life as adults? Why is it that these women choose their own ego over the wellbeing of their child and scar them for life instead?

The victims -of course- don’t realise most of the time that they’ve become a copy of the manipulative and destructive ways of what was supposed to be a good role model mum. She created a man with the -still attached- umbilical cord wrapped around his throat, ready to slowly suffocate him whenever she isn’t pleased with him…

She never needed words to show her disapproval of the other girls and women in her son’s life. She taught him instantly while he was still a baby; she would turn into the ice queen whenever he did something ‘wrong’. Her cold-hearted behaviour rubbed off well and over time all it would take was silence or a certain look to cause the guilt.

She created the perfect ‘Pavlov’s dog’ by changing a unique human being into nothing but a conditioned reflex, a mirror image of herself: unable to love, unable to feel, unable to commit, unable to be his true nature. He’s just a sad reflex consumed by extremes, money, lust, career and superficial and conditional behaviour towards those around him.

If he’s lucky, the boy will learn what is real one day, the moment the adult in him opens up to someone who represents the exact opposite of his superficial hag of a mum. Perhaps he’ll start to heal and learn to accept the new and unconditional, and steer clear of the unhealthy relationship and the damage it’s causing, it will be the finale of the worship.

Perhaps he will finally cut the cord and see through the evil deceiving scheme. She no longer will be able to provoke the guilt-ridden boy in him and he’ll be free from the chains, free to learn what real qualities are in life. And he’ll realise and learn that no amount of money will be able to compensate for what he’ll experience next and how disconnected he was from his true nature.

2 thoughts on “The Ice Queen

  1. Unfortunately not all parents are really loving and there are soo many who are just plain selfish.

    Once a friend of mine told me that all parents love their kids with which I tend to disagree. I told her, otherwise there wouldn’t be so much evil in families. All one needs to do is open the newspaper any day.

    This evil also reflects itself in manipulation games that create unhealthy relationships like the one you describe in your post.

    One of the most difficult parts of change is recognising that things are wrong: actually seeing reality the way it is and the second part I would say is the will to change.

    Some people are just so “used to” living like that…they just don’t want to experience the world in any other way because they don’t want to get out of their comfort zone or are too scared…either way, it is a shame because as you said, the person won’t really know his/her true nature.

    The category you chose for this post (dirty secrets) is mysterious.

    Abrazo,

  2. I disagree with your friend as well :) This post is about certain Bluebeards who became Bluebeards because of the manipulative ways of the mother, yes I knew a few of those mothers ;) I feel sorry for the Bluebeards and I honestly hope that one day they’ll find their true nature and they’ll be free from their chains.

    But like you said if the problem isn’t acknowledged than there won’t be change. I’ve seen change recently, some progress and it made me want to write this post. It’s sad to see someone being manipulated like that but it’s up to the person to see what is really going on and make those changes. In this case and those from the past, it’s out of my hands and I no longer feel the need to try to make someone see… I can’t anyway ;)

    The category is about issues from the past that I’m confronted with, issues that I wasn’t ‘allowed’ to mention at the time. So I feel that when the time is right I’ll write about it, to reflect my thoughts so I can let go and move on ;)

    Hugs back at ya! :)

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