As the title says, I’m utterly dreading it. For a bit of context, I’m in my early 30s and 12 weeks pregnant. When I was growing up, my mum was emotionally abusive and my dad enabled her behaviour. Classic rage and silent treatment from a really young age. We grew up terrified of her and never knew what would set her off next.
This continued into my teen adult years, or got worse, I suppose, on some levels. There were things like my mum telling me my then boyfriend would go to uni, meet someone else and forget all about me; wanting to put a tracker on my phone to know where I am and who I’m with; during teacher training, bombarding me with messages, voicemails and emails even before I got to school at 8am; summoning me to her house to cry all over me and beg me to tell her I loved her, before looking right at me and saying ‘I know you hate me’.
I had a miscarriage a few months ago and she seemed to see it as ‘allowing’ her back in. I got the juxtaposition of her sending messages like ‘if you need a hug, just say and I will be there ❤️❤️❤️’ and then saying ‘so it had died then’ when she wanted to know about my scan. My dad phoned me the day after my D&C surgery but it was more to ask me to ‘keep mum in the picture’ than ask how I was, which was absolutely classic.
In short, I don’t trust or even like her any more. But I’m now 12 weeks pregnant following the miscarriage, and have my scan soon. I don’t want to tell her (I have a strong feeling of not wanting her anywhere near me), but I know I’ll have to at some point. I know there will be something either during my pregnancy or once DC is hopefully here that will set off her awful behaviour again.
I also don’t want to spend any more time or have more contact with her than I currently do. We message on a family group chat every few days, although she never asks how we are, it’s usually barbed comments and ‘oh I didn’t know you still did [XYZ]’. We probably see each other in person every 6-ish weeks.
I know she will see herself as gran of the year and will bring mountains of presents and want to be all over us, but honestly the thought makes my skin crawl. I’ve been having years of therapy, but the problem will never truly go away because she won’t go away.
Sorry, that was long and rambling. Does anyone have any advice? What can I do?