Apologies for the long post but there is a bit of background to this and I will try & keep it short.
My dm & ds-d have not spoken to me for 10 years + They have pretty much disowned me & my sister.
Growing up was pretty miserable- my ds-d was a difficult man & both him & dm are extremely selfish people who made us feel like we were an inconvenience.
When my d-sd was diagnosed with cancer a couple of years ago we found out 3rd hand from my Uncle (dm bil). We told my step brother (he equally has a strained relationship with his dd) as we thought he should know. My dm then kicked up a fuss saying she would’ve had told us etc etc (the diagnosis had been made some months before). Both my dsis & I have offered support/help but it was thrown back in our faces (pretty much cut out of family).
So roll on a couple of years ds-d collapsed Xmas Eve and has been in hospital since. My step brother went up to visit last week & wasn’t sure what was going on (consultants away etc). Since his return my Aunt received a distressed callfrom dm saying ds-d has only a week to live. She gave strict instructions that us girls are not to be told. This had followed a shitty text msg from her to my dsis a couple of days before (when we only knew he was in hospital from my step brother) saying she had all the support from the people that were there for her before & didn’t need any help from us!
That was the final kick in the teeth (or so we thought) until we found out she doesn’t want us to know he only has a short time left.
To add to this my real dad died a few months ago- also had cancer which we were never told about. My dm didn’t tell us girls about his death- she informed her bil whose job it was to tell us. She later mentioned in an email to my dsis that apparently she wished she could’ve told us about his illness but that my dd didn’t want anyone to know. I should add that dd was an alcoholic and dm hadn’t had contact with him for approx 30 years. I hadn’t had contact for 20 years.
I am at a loss at what to do or even how to feel (trying not to think about it all tbh). Part of me thinks to drop everything & drive the 200 miles and go to the hospital or just to wait for the ineveitable news & then stress about wether I’d be welcome at the funeral- or do I even want to go?