I moved away from my home city about 10 years ago. Moved in with my boyfriend (now husband) and we now have two small children (one in school).
We live about 3 hours from my mum, dad and sister (who has a baby).
we have a happy life here. We both work full time. It’s hard, working and looking after the kids and house but we do our best. We really don’t have much in terms of support/childcare (husbands parents live abroad now, although they didn’t when i first moved here) so we never really get out but that’s just the way it is right now. Kids are happy and settled in school and nursery and our house is being renovated.
My family have not visited us in something like 3 or 4 years. Have not even seen our new house, which we have been in for a year now. It all falls to me, every single time, to go and see them with the kids. I don’t know when they would ever see the kids if I didn’t take them through (although I should say they absolutely love the kids and are so good and kind to them when we do go through, spend lots of time with them etc. the kids love them).
I take the kids through as much as I can, because I am desperate for them to have a good relationship with my family, but to be honest I am tired and I am losing the notion. It’s hurtful. My husband gets quite annoyed about it as well, feels like we make all the effort. If we invite them, they sort of vaguely say “yes we’ll need to come soon” but won’t ever commit or be tied to a date. They clearly don’t want to come. There is definitely an element of “well you moved away so…🤷🏻♀️” They are with my sister almost every day, by the way. She lives locally to them.
I am a bit lonely. I accept it was my choice to move away - I suspect my mums nose is out of joint over it, to be honest - but is this what it is meant to be like? Really?