...possibly especially from the stately home goers!
Am pretty shaken up this morning. I guess the problem is twofold - concerning the difficult relationship I have with my mother, and my husband's attitude towards this.
BIt of background - I am an only child, father died when I was young. I guess my father's death was the start of my mother's problems in a way. As I was growing up I understood her to be rather 'eccentric', though looking back things were quite screwed up in many ways. My mother was always introverted and somewhat reclusive - had very little social life and didn't work. On one hand she seemed to lead her life 'through' me as I lived through my teenage years, which was pretty unhealthy. She was also pretty negligent at times, and now being a mother myself I really question some of her choices. There was nothing seriously terrible or abusive going on, and we were pretty close, though I remember being quite embarrassed about her a lot of the time. Our house was pretty filthy, and when I was old enough to know what was going on it became clear she smoked dope regularly (most evenings).
Anyway, I left home in my late teens and she continued her life as 'normal', and I got on with mine - worked, met a lovely man and got married etc etc. Fast forward a few years and my mother had a VERY serious breakdown. She basically lost her mind - was thinking people were spying on her and talking gibberish. She was sectioned and in the words of the psychiatrist looking after her was suffering from the most serious case of psychosis he'd seen in a long time. He felt a lot of this was due to the regular marijuana smoking...
She made a 'recovery' of sorts, and left hospital. Over the next year or so we had to cope with some pretty exhausting stuff. We moved her out of the house I grew up in to a more manageable flat - my husband and I had to arrange every aspect of this. While she was 'coping' with life, she would still behave in very damaging ways - the doctors felt that a lot of this was due to her personal choices rather than 'mental illness' as such, and I think that this is where my sympathy towards her began to diminish altogether. She almost ruined the first few months with my first child - she would call me incessantly suggesting there was something 'wrong' with my baby (just what a new mother needs). She would suggest that my marriage was unhappy, when my husband (at this point) was being incredibly supportive. She told whopping lies about taking medication and attending hospital appointments etc - and I basically ran around for about a year trying to 'help' - until it just became too frustrating and upsetting to deal with any more.
I had to take a step back and accept that she won't change, and as she made choices in her life to get herself into this state, I can make choices in mine to cope with it how I see fit. I have two small children now, and they come first. I had to say 'enough' for the sake of my own young family. I don't like speaking to her on the phone - though I do this regularly. I see her rarely now (a few times a year), and find it horrendous when I do, extremely stressful.
Sorry this is getting so long - but to cut to the chase, we saw her yesterday at a family lunch my aunt organised. I smiled my way through it but internally felt very upset being in my mother's presence. Later my husband and I had a huge row - he feels that I should be more accepting as she is my mother and the children's granny. I don't want her involved in our lives in any way but the bare minimum after all that is happened. Ultimately, not a whole lot is going to change here - it's not like he can force me to stop finding it all difficult, but I guess my question is - to what degree should you forgive people because they're family? Thanks in advance for your opinions...x