Started innocuously enough, just a random phonecall to chat.
I mentioned in passing that dd1 was doing something with her drama group, but I couldn't watch because I would be at work. She, very rattily, proclaimed that I was letting dc down because I have too many and can't give each of them enough attention. I said, it wasn't due to being busy with the other dc, but the fact I have to work. Dh could attend, so it did not require me to mess about with work for something that would be about half an hour long, thankfully. She has got very cross with me, and repeated that it's my fault for having too many dc
I have 3 dc, not 27 as she appeared to imply. I am also 1 of 3, the middle one in fact, so it was usually me that missed out as a child, due to dm having to run around for my brothers. Df was at work, so often her attention had to be split between us, something which I don't recall any of us ever complaining about. My dc also are fine, when I explain I can't attend things, or for eg they'll have to go to something that they don't necessarily want to, because of one of their siblings.
So far, dm being unreasonable, in citing my number of dc as being the problem, when actually it's nothing to do with it. But the floodgates are open now, it just reminds me of why I have dc.
I'm not maternal at all, and think that given a choice i wouldn't have had them. I was raised as a fundamental christian, and of course could parrot from an early age, 'no sex before marriage', I didn't have a clue what it meant though, no-one thought to explain what sex was. You might think I would ask, but I got my fingers burnt asking things like 'does Jesus REALLY come into our hearts?' and getting an almighty bollocking for any sliver of non-faith that I showed. It would turn into a frenzy of fervent prayer for my soul, and I wasn't keen on that so didn't ask questions.
The other thing that I was taught was that males were always dominant and should be obeyed, so when a lad from church asked me to 'do stuff' when I was 15 I didn't hesitate. It was only a lot later that I realised what was going on, but it felt too late to do anything then, and of course the eventual consequences were that I had ds. I was still a 'good girl' in those days and so of course married the father and had dd1 as expected. It wasn't too bad really, considering, but 10 years later I was widowed.
I have remarried again now, to someone I actually love, and we both agreed that we didn't want any more dc. However, following extreme problems on the pill, and then having 2 coils fall out I ended up with dd2. I had the second coil checked by a healthcare pro, after a few weeks who proclaimed it secure, and a few more weeks later I found I was pregnant. Dm knows about this bit, so is aware that I tried not to have a 3rd child.
So AIBU to feel very narked at dm's comments, in the circumstances?