I had an upsetting exchange with my son (a young adult) today. It raised deep feelings and some pain. So the story goes like this.. my younger brother … a recovering addict of some 40 years told my son a month ago that many years ago… whilst I and my fiancé lived at his apartment a cheque for rent bounced. My son asked me if this had actually happened and if I ( not his eventual) father had given a cheque to pay for the monthly rent that never cleared for insufficient funds.
To be honest I simply could not recall… it was 36 years ago and my son was wanting a black and white yes or no answer which I could not recall. A couple of hours later … and in the quiet of the kitchen whilst preparing lunch the details and the memories came to me… and pelted down… yes the cheque did not clear.
I was in my 20’s. With the same brother and sister living in our flat (which my brother had actually bought the year before but as he returned to drug use he could no longer afford the mortgage payments. Our mother was the co-mortgagee. Our mother proposed my fiancé our two year old and me (fresh out of uni) take over the payments .. which we did.
A few weeks later my 17 year old sister moved in in addition to my brother. They had no where else to go. They weren’t welcome at mums and dad had a new girlfriend aged 20 and wasn’t interested
My fiancé and I were very young, earning a young persons wage and supporting ourselves, our two year old and my brother and sister.
Mum had basically washed her hands of having my sister at home following her divorce from our dad. she lived a few hours away, worked as a nurse , lived in a lovely home and had a social life, boyfriend etc.
My fiancé and I barely had a penny to spare. We were racked with guilt and didn’t really know what to do. Food was enough to go around but we had nothing left at the end of the month.
This went on for 18 months and I got very frustrated and upset. The crunch for us came when bailiffs came to the house, forced entry and took off with the brand new microwave (which unlike today cost the earth in those days!!) and our television and VCR machine.
I remember my fiancé standing in the front of the house with tears streaming down his face as I’d just arrived home from work… with our young son in tow from nursery.
I work in tech law now… own my own home (divorced for 22 years) and regularly travel for work and pleasure. I live thousands of miles away from my famiky of origin. My brother lives at home with our mum. My sister lives in state housing. I’ve tried very hard to out distance between me and family but this is just one of many situations where I feel constantly undermined, devalued, and back-stabbed. If it’s not our mother then it’s my brother or sister.
It is simply exhausting to try and keep the peace , provide some insight and understanding despite feeling being out in a position of trying to explain some very toxic family behaviour that I have tried to distance myself from in mind, memory and miles.
I’ve also gone low contact with my siblings over the past 10 years and NC now with our mother as a result of similar behaviour.
It seems that I always feel out in a position to justify whatever I am being accused of by my children having been fed whatever aspersions by my family.
Am I being unreasonable?