I don’t know your full story @progestermoan
but I will share a bit of mine in the hope it might help a little bit.
My parents split before I was born, my Mum was very young and so couldn’t care for us (my older brother and I) she left us in the care of her parents and would dip in and out of our lives at random.
My Dad got into a new relationship and had other children.
My Grandparents would tell me all sorts of bad things about both parents. As I got older contact with my Mum improved and she would defend herself and also proceed to blame my Dad for a lot of things that went wrong.
Fast forward to my mid twenties and I tracked my Dad down and started a tenuous relationship with him. He stated his second wife (now an ex also) told him he was not to have contact with either me or my brother unless he wanted to lose her and their children.
A lot of differing versions of events. My head started spinning on what I should and shouldn’t believe. Where to lay blame. I always told myself there are three storytellers here and in between each story somewhere is the truth.
But I couldn’t really settle on what that truth was. I felt angry about many different things. What I missed out on, what I had been told by various people, who let me down and when but in the end I had to accept that it was very unlikely I’d ever get a black and white answer.
Now I’m a bit older and a mum myself I can appreciate how hard it was for my own mum. I can also appreciate how difficult it was for my Grandparents having to raise us and the disappointment in their daughter (my mum) for her lifestyle choices. But their issues weren’t mine to answer for. If I wanted relationship with my Mum and Dad I would have to forge it anew and judge it based on what experiences I have with them now rather than vague memories of the past.
I still get upset at times and trying to piece the events together is enough to drive me ‘round the twist. So I stopped trying and just decided to move forward with as blank a slate as I could give them.
Now me and my Mum are close and she’s an excellent Mamma to my DC. My Dad pops up now and again and we’re amicable but that’s as far as we’ve gotten.
I wish you strength and hope you can move through this and find the right way for you to get some peace 