This may be long so as not to drip feed.
I had a difficult relationship with my mother growing up*. From 17-30 I maybe saw her a dozen times. We got a bit closer when I had children and now see her a few times a year. Since then we’ve spent two Christmases at her place. It’s far away so requires a couple of nights stay at least. Her dp is a mean drunk and has very little patience generally. He doesn’t treat my children or husband well. He’s actually fine with me, even when I call him out on his behaviour towards my dc (dh can defend himself). When I say he’s not nice to them I really mean it, it’s not minor incidents, it’s horrible stuff. Constantly trying to pick fights and belittle dh regarding his profession and barking at dc constantly. They’re not badly behaved at all and have manners, but are autistic.
We were meant to go for Christmas again during Covid but I really didn’t feel it was a good idea as dc may have been exposed at school and I didn’t want to make my mum and her partner sick. To be completely honest I didn’t really want to go anyway, given the tension. But Covid genuinely was the clincher.
Fast forward to this year. Again we’re supposed to go and had said we would. Main reason being we are moving abroad soon and there won’t be another chance for a while.
I had made peace with it and discussed at length with dh what we could do in case of any trouble with my mum’s dp. We had plans for going on walks etc and spending time with dc in their room if things got too much.
Anyway, to get to the point… I now have the flu. Badly. I’m vomiting, shaking, coughing, full of snot and aching all over. I know I could be better by Christmas, but the rest of my family might not be (none have it yet). My mum knows I’m sick but is nonplussed. Even though she thinks it’s a price worth paying for Christmas together I’m not on board with that. I can’t even get myself dressed. I’m not sure how I’m supposed to pack for us all and get everything organised. Dh is working all hours so can’t help! I’m a gutless wonder but I’m terrified of letting her down. Her life with her partner isn’t easy either I think.
*Not sure it’s relevant but I wanted to add in case anyone asks. The reasons for my tricky relationship with my mum are that she is cold (I was never hugged or told I was loved as a child) and that she encouraged anorexia and competitively under ate with me. As a 17 year old, weighing 40kg at 5’8” I was called fat and told I had a big arse pretty much daily. We’re a fucked up family. Things are not that bad with her now though and I do love her.
Prepared to be roasted here but it was cathartic to get it out. Even if I’m still clueless.