I have a very difficult relationship with my family in as much as they make no effort whatsoever to be in my life. It's a very longstanding situation, pretty much since I went to university in 1992. They never invite me to stay, but always seem pleased to see me when I go and visit them. They never invite me to birthdays or Christmas etc and although my parents have been to stay with me a few times for the latter, have turned down the invitation more often than they have made the journey (i live 250 miles away). My sister still lives in the same town and has never invited me to stay at her home once, or shown any inclination to get together for lunch, coffee, shopping etc. In order to have a relationship with my niece, I have had to make the journey to pick her up, drive her back to where I live and then do the journey in reverse, a 1000 mile round trip. There are too many examples to mention but I have realised this year, in a lightbulb moment, that what I thought was a relationship was actually just me running round and making all the effort and them sitting there and watching me do it. They are a pleasant enough lot but are very insular. We had a very insular childhood to the point of it being claustrophobic for me. Part of me wishes that I had known when I went to University I would be making a choice between an education (and a bigger world) and my family, I would have seen it for what it was, run like the clappers and never glanced back, probably having counselling to sort myself out.
Anyway, my Dad died very recently and it has made me want to sort the situation out once and for all. My mother is not going to come and visit me on her own. She's mobile, has her faculties etc. It is probably one of the easiest train journeys in the country, despite the miles involved. She won't do it on account of 'having no confidence'. She is, and has always been, extremely weak, and ties herself in knots about what other people think. I had a relationship with 'my parents', not an independent one with either my mother or father.
It has caused me a lot of mental anguish over the years and I have lost friends I should probably have kept hold of if they've remotely treated me in a similar way. I haven't given them the leeway a friendship should have because I haven't had the emotional bandwidth to be with other people who, for whatever reason at the time, weren't making what I saw as an enough effort. I have tried so hard to get my family to do more stuff which would make them a bit more outward facing, they literally go nowhere and do nothing other than watch tv. A narrative was created by them very early on whereby if I tried to bring anything up I got a 'we know what you're like' or a 'you speak your mind, you're not like us' and the issue would be shut down. They hate confrontation and are happy to blame me for any turbulence that occurs. I have tried to explain how them not having an active part in my life makes me feel but they look at me blank faced.
Cutting contact seems like the nuclear option, but they make me feel so bad about myself I've not lived the life I should have lived. I've spent so much time trying to have a relationship with them and I should have put that effort into other relationships. Some people seem to be able to get on with difficult families but a family who make almost zero effort is a hard one to deal with. Well, it is for me anyway. I've been doing it for 30 years now and I'm really tired. My Dad dying has been a catalyst. I had a suspicion I might feel like this but wasn't really sure. I had a long chat with a friend who was candid enough to say that I'll probably feel relief when my mother also dies but I want to feel relief now.
I genuinely don't know whether I should just be sucking it up and getting on with it. I don't know whether it's me that is the problem, and not them. DH says to call it a day, but he's a bit immature emotionally sometimes, although we've been together long enough for him to see the dynamic up close and he thinks its toxic without them even realising or meaning it to be. He also thinks nothing will change and I'm not really viewed as a member of the family, because in their minds I moved away. It's almost like I'm a distant cousin, who sometimes drops in on them for a cup of tea on my way to somewhere else.
I should say at this point that there's always two sides to a story and I'm sure my family have their own version of how we are, but has anyone else been in a similar situation? And is it unreasonable to want to let go completely of all the pain it causes me, simply because they're family?