...and I just don't know how I feel about it.
I apologise as this is going to be a long one.
Bit of background. While I was pregnant with DD, now 14m, Dad had something of a breakdown involving alcoholism, the police, phone calls all hours of the day and night and ending in divorce from step-mother, brain damage and complete poverty (long story in itself).
I was struggling with the pregnancy as working full-time, had a series of bad chest infections, DH was away a lot so I was on my own with 2yo DS and am also 400m away from dad so found it difficult to deal with the situation with him. It brought back a lot of bad stuff about the way he behaved after mum died when he met and married my step-mum in record time.
Anyhow, I distanced myself from it all a fair bit but was really disgusted about the way my family dealt with it. Firstly they refused to accept anything was wrong, despite clear evidence to the contrary. They left everything to my DB, someone who had been frequently damaged by the way dad behaved since mum died. Then they started being horrible to DB, blaming him for the position dad was in, telling him he wasn't doing enough (he was the only one doing anything) and then accusing him of trying to steal dad's (non-existent) money.
My family are pretty hard work anyway. Nan was Greek and had no sense of tact and acted like some kind of old-fashioned family matriarch, feeling she had a right to tell us what to do. So I decided that I'd concentrate on my own little family, DH, DS and DD, and keep away from the family.
So the upshot is I've seen them once in the last year, have barely spoken to them, apart from DB (dad is now in a home and has a form of alcohol related alzheimers). So now nan has died. I'm a little upset but feel a bit numb. I'm also dreading the thought of having to go up to Yorkshire and see them all (I know DB is dreading seeing them as well).
I don't even know why I'm posting. Just feel the need to order my thoughts somewhat.
Thanks if you got this far.