And please don't say "use the handle"!
I've ummed and ahhed about this post. Seems that I'm using MN a bit more as a kind of therapy tools these days, but then living in a kind of isolation in France doesn't make it easy to chat these things over with close friends!
Some of you will recall the various sagas I've had with my mother. I used to get on ok with her, although I knew my siblings had major problems with her interfering and casting judgement on them. She wasn't the greatest of mums, but I had managed to let most of the things she had done in the past go and had a reasonable relationship with her. This changed when she came to visit and I saw her H touching my niece and her friend inappropriately. Long story but I tried to be discreet and told my mother that they were uncomfortable about this and perhaps she should have a word. About a week after they'd gone she telephones me sobbing, screaming "May God forgive you for what you have done." It transpires that my brother (the father of my niece) found out what had happened and confronted H. My mother blamed me for telling him (which I didn't).
During a later conversation with my mum she let slip that she had told my niece at the airport about what I'd said and told her to tell her dad before I did. Therefore she knew who had told my brother, and yet she had those hysterics with me on the telephone. She still blames me for all the upset that she caused.
After a couple of letters, conversation on the topic ceased. She never brought it up and so I didn't. She now telephones every now and then and we make small talk.
My problem is that I still can't let it go. I feel terribly betrayed. I was the only sibling who still had a half-decent relationship with her, I listened to her moans, I even tried to find sympathy with her. Now all I see is a mentally disturbed person who will create these scenarios to gain attention for herself. I never got a sorry from her, I never got an explanation as to why she did what she did. She not only dragged her husband into it, but me and her 17 year old grand-daughter.
When I visited at Christmas the atmosphere was almost unbearable. I want to get on with my life, but I hate it when she calls and I hate not being able to close the door on this. I have thought about writing another letter, but would that just stir things up again? I just can't seem to move on from this, I feel terribly hurt and betrayed. What do I do?