Hi I'm posting here as I've reached the end of my tether and wondering if I'm just being dramatic.
I have 2 older sisters whom I've never really got along with however now grown up and married with kids etc can be amicable when I see them as it's only when we go to my mums house and they're there.
For background I feel like they bullied me and were actually awful to me growing up being physically and mentally abusive whenever they felt like it. Picking on me for my appearance and trying to belittle me constantly and taking my confidence away, trying to get me in trouble and being just awful towards me.
Fast forward now, I am married with a son and one sister is married with kids the other not, so she lives with my mum. Whenever we see each other recently we get along. However since having my son I am obviously very fragile, they know I have PND. The sister with her own kids still constantly belittles me when she sees me and is constantly questioning my mothering choices and is just basically rude and cocky even in front of my husband. She is an awful human being but like I said I just tolerate her and don't argue because I know there's no point. The other sister who lives with my mum is usually ok however the other day started arguing with me, like she used to when we were kids. Blaming me for things saying she didn't understand how I have friends, and accusing me of being jealous of her which by the way I'm not. She picked on my insecurities and has taken a lot of joy knowing I now have PND and also am back to being the same insecure person I was when I was younger. I have lost a lot of confidence and my appearance isn't what it used to be. Anyway her hideous actions took me back to my younger years when she was awful to me and on my journey back home I began remembering the awful times and had a panic attack. I now don't wish to go to my mums knowing she will be there as she always is. How do I tell my mum without upsetting her? My mum has been great with me and my son but even her actions brought back awful memories for me, as when my sister was being awful my mum kept sushing me so I couldn't stick up for myself. Little does she know I don't have the energy to stick up for myself and in that moment I wanted to curl up into a ball and die.