Today is DS's 20th birthday and I can't seem to stop thinking about the day he was born. Long story short, a couple of hours after his birth, his dad (who I was married to at the time but have since divorced) collapsed and the next time I saw his was around 6pm that evening in the ICU - he was in an induced coma after a large tumor was found on his brain. Fortunately, the tumor was benign and successfully removed 5 days later.
At the time, I just got on with life. My DM, PIL and SIL came to stay to help with DS and our DD who was 18 months old at the time. I recall that FIL and SIL spent most of the time looking after MIL - she was definitely the focus of their care and sympathy while I was expected to just carry on and deal with the physical and emotional impact of what had just happened.
My own DM was very hands on with DC but, looking back, provided very little emotional support. I recall being upset while waiting to find out if DH's surgery was successful and her telling me that crap things happen and I should be relieved it wasn't worse. Don't get me wrong, she was an amazing mum in many ways but I guess she was of the generation that was brought up during the war to carry on and not make a fuss.
For years, I've buried my feelings about all of this but, for some reason, I can't get it out of my head today. I just want to curl up in bed and cry. Fortunately, DS is away at uni so he'll be having a fab day.
I don't know whether it's because the last couple of years have been particularly rough - my DM died in 2024, my only sister died last year and both had been poorly for a long while before they passed away, my current marriage is on very shaky ground and I am tying myself in knots working out what to do for the best - but for some reason I'm struggling a lot today.
Is it usual for feelings to surface after such a long time?