Please allow me to rant - I'm aware nothing else can be done. Any coping strategies are most welcome.
My mother always made it crystal clear I wasn't her favourite child, to put it mildly. I'm talking physical and emotional abuse, neglect etc. Her idea of parenting was doing an absolute minimum to avoid social services, to the point where I was making my own GP appointments and minding my baby sister (age 2) after school at age 9 until she came back from work, because "why should she waste money on childcare". Day I graduated from uni, she apparently couldn't come because she had a flat tyre. When I moved to another city for work across the country, she charged me for a lift to the airport.
I've been through years of therapy for this. The best I came to reconciliation is the Big Bang episode where Leonard reflects that "Doesn't matter, you're never gonna change. If I want you to accept me for me, then I guess I'm gonna have to accept you for you."
Which I sort of did. Last February I had a baby at 24 weeks. This was after 5 miscarriages and years of IVF and struggle. My dad had to keep in touch or ask how we were. 4 months in NICU and all we had were passing comments in family WhatsApp on how the situation makes her feel.
We've been home for 6 weeks now. I accept that being 3 hours away doesn't make visiting easy, but all she said was "I'm sure you have your hands full, so I won't add to that". Having had 5 kids herself, the few times I asked for advice (for example soothing to sleep or managing feeds) she always comes out with "I'm sure you'll manage."
She did that again today. I really should have known better, but that really made me feel again like that little girl with nobody there ever for any school runs, Christmas plays or school trips that I was. I keep trying to tell myself that I can't change her, so what am I upset about. But it hurts.
There, I said it. It hurts. I didn't deserve this.
And now I'm going to go and hold my baby and promise her again I will always be there, even if I have to learn how to bake brownies, which I'm hopeless at, so she could have a bake sale.
Thank you for reading.