I was reading a thread this morning about a lady whose parents wanted to take back their share of the business, and give it to golden child, their brother.
This struck so many chords with me. Someone replied 'trying to do more for them won't make them love you more equally' It was a real lightbulb moment.
I have 2 DS and all my life my mother has played divide and conquer with the three of us. By nature she is a very controlling, self absorbed woman. Ever since I was a kid I have memories of her falling out with everybody. Her family, neighbours. I seem to be her whipping boy now. She will never phone me (claims it's too expensive as I only have a mobile, despite her having hundreds of thousands in the bank). Unless she wants something. My poor Dad was under the thumb until he died 3 years ago.
I finally got it in my head that she doesn't really like me. When I ring she never asks me how I am, its all about her. I had pleurisy a couple of weeks ago, and her response was 'Oh I had that once' and had to hear all about her experience of it'
So I get it, that I'm not golden child, and I am just a fly in the ointment to her, but why do I keep hoping that one day she will love me, say shes proud of me? It's not something you should have to hope for from your mother, is it?
I wish I could stop doing nice things for her, like sending her flowers, or little gifts, because it makes me such a mug. But I can't stop. I suppose deep down I will hope for something else until the day she dies.