Sometimes you can’t help but do the maths, even with family.
I was ‘mumma’s little helper’ from early on. Helped a lot with younger siblings, was her best friend and confidant through two bad marriages.
Was always counted on to help with the big things, like arrange funerals for her parent, cos she was so sensitive (apparently).
When I had a child (only grandchild), I made the mistake of thinking that she’d be there for me to lean on a bit. I had a long hard physical recovery from the birth, a child who wouldn’t eat or sleep (until I paid for professional help) and eventually a mental health breakdown. Her help? She walked the baby around the block, once, for 13 minutes. Invited her over ‘for a tea party’ aged 3, and perhaps a handful of other things. She lives 7 mins away from us.
She’s spent most of the rest of my DD’s childhood on the phone to her friends telling them what a fabulous GM she is. She has been FAR TOO BUSY with her dog (she’s retired, the dog is perfectly normal) to help us at all.
I still spend one month a year looking after my grandmother, cos my DM is also FAR TO PUT UPON to do it (GM is 97). At my age, my mother had the help of 4 family members. She’s the only grandparent in the picture to help my DD, and she chooses not to.
I feel for you, OP. I think we were allowed to think that help and care were a two-way street. Some of these Boomers are really extracting the urine, if you ask me.