I’ve not spoken to my mother for several months now and haven’t responded to a couple of texts and emails she’s sent since. The last time I spoke to her, I told her I wanted some space from her and to leave me be, with a very clear explanation as to why. I have since heard through other family members that she’s saying that I’m blanking her, that I’m denying her access to her grandchildren and that I have insulted her, and quite frankly I’m pissed.
Our relationship is very complex and I won’t bore you with too many details. But the straw that broke the camels back was when we decided to move away to a cheaper part of the country to gain some financial stability with a small mortgage (first time buyers with a limited deposit).
She then offered us 150k so we could stay local to her and still have a small mortgage. We said no originally as there’s always a condition or catch to her “help”, but eventually she wore me down and I accepted.
We house hunted, put an offer in for an incredible house, and had it accepted. The dream of living in an area we loved in a house we loved really was intoxicating.
Then she withdrew her offer. No real reason was given, other than that she couldn’t access that kind of money (she obviously originally said it was easy for her to access). I was so emotionally invested in the move that I persuaded my husband to go ahead with the purchase anyway despite it totally maxing ourselves out affordability wise. So we moved.
We’ve lived in our house for 5 years and money has been horribly tight. We love the area and the house, but we’ve literally lived month by month saving nothing. We have no money to live, just meet the basics. It is not the financial stability we were looking for. Add a pandemic, cost of living crisis and now the end of our fixed rate, we’re tighter than ever before.
We work our arses off and we’re missing everything. We can’t live, we can’t enjoy ourselves, we hardly see our children. It’s miserable and so stressful and the whole situation has put a huge strain on our marriage.
My mother breezes in and out with zero remorse for what happened. As far as she can see, we’re close by with a roof over our head so what’s the big deal. The last conversation I had with her was just as we were remortgaging and coming to terms with our monthly rate going up by a few hundred pounds. I said that if she’d let us make our own decisions we’d be in a financially stable position now and able to ride the spiralling expenses much better. She said she was only trying to help and had no idea it had put us under financial stress. She said we shouldn’t have bought the house if we couldn’t afford it.
Hindsight is a wonderful thing, especially when you remove emotion from it. If I could go back I would have absolutely not bought our house. I would have reverted to the original plan. But at the time house prices were shooting up, we’d wasted 6 months on a fools errand and were about to be at a point where moving elsewhere wouldn’t have been the financial break we’d hoped for anyway and we’d still be stuck in rental today most likely.
But here we are. She hasn’t apologised for what she did. In fact, she said she couldn’t even remember how much she’d promised us. It feels like it was just a tactic to stop us from moving away so she could still see her grandchildren rather than allow us the freedom to make our own decisions.
I felt proud of myself for finally speaking up about it and her response also made me realise that I don’t want her in our lives. But now she’s telling everyone that I’ve insulted her (I haven’t), but I have stopped her seeing the grandchildren because I’m not seeing her myself and I am ignoring her messages because I asked for space the last time we spoke. So am I the AH?