I normally have a good relationship with my mum, and she's normally very supportive, but a telephone conversation yesterday has really upset me.
A bit of background: she lost my dad in a car crash just over 20 years ago and has not been interested in anyone else since. She's 70 now and her health is not great.
I have been very ill since I gave birth to DD 2 years ago and I'm waiting for a hysterectomy. I fell pregnant at the age of nearly 40 after being told many years ago I couldn't get pregnant. It was a bit of a shock, and as much as I love my DD dearly, it's taken some getting used to. I was talking to mum saying I would love just once for someone to look after DD so I could do something for myself (like go shopping on my own for a couple of hours during the week) and all she could say was "How do you think I coped on my own with four children as your father never helped me with you". As well as the health problems, I think I'm suffering from quite severe depression, but she told me that she had health problems/depression too, when she was bringing us up.
She is happy to tell everyone what a fantastic, hands-on mum she was to us four children (I have twin sisters who are 6 years older and a brother who is two years younger). But I can distincly remember, as do my sisters - they systematically bullied me because of it throughout my childhood! - when I was a very young child, my sisters looking after my brother and myself every weekened and after school and mum swanning off to Croydon on her own pretty regularly! They can't have been older than 9 or 10 at the time and mum always made them take us out of the house. I was also sexually assaulted on the London Underground when I was four and neither of my parents noticed to stop it... WTF were they doing? The conversation got around to this yesterday and mum said that I either imagined it, or it must have happened on a school trip when they weren't there! She claims that I can't possibly remember that far back (I have distinct memories of being in a wooden playpen in our dining room and her nowhere to be seen, so I must have been about two!?) as it's just not possible to have accurate memories that reach that far back.
But the real cherry on the cake was when I mentioned about her not believing me when I told her I'd been raped in my late teens. I didn't mention it until about 5 or 6 years later because I didn't want to upset her after my dad's death. Instead of being supportive she told me I must have imagined it! I thought that, over the years she'd come to accept and believe me, but yesterday again she told me again she thought I'd imagined/dreamt it!
To make matters worse I was date-raped just after I originally told her (I didn't put up a fight because he went from being absolutely charming to instantly turning into someone very aggressive and violent - and I'd invited him into my home... I honestly thought he'd kill me if I tried to put up a fight.) I've never mentioned this to her because what would be the point?
My DP knows and believes me.
But yesterday's revelation that she still doesn't believe me has upset me so much. To make matters worse, it seems as though she truly believes that she was SuperMum to us all and never let any of us out of her sight! When I told her that my sisters had spoken to me years ago about how much childcare they had to do at a very young age, she went absolutely ballistic.
She's supposed to be visiting tomorrow (DP is self-employed and is working this weekend) and I'm not sure how to handle her visit. I don't want to cancel because DD is so excited about seeing her. I just don't know whether to mention our conversation or pretend it hadn't happen and try to be 'normal'.
I'm sorry if this sounds self-pitying...