My DS1 lost his first tooth today. He's so excited (who am I kidding, so am I!) but all day I have been constantly feeling the need to call/email my father and stepmother because I just can't believe that they don't care about my kids.
Some people might remember some of the ongoing dramas but everything came to a head last year after my father accused me of making up a car accident that DS1 was in because "I like to exaggerate". It was one of the most shit awful things that has ever happened to us and we spent days thinking he had glass in his eye, so for my father to dismiss it like that was the clincher in an already bad relationship. Every interaction we had with them got worse and worse as they refused to take responsibility for anything they were doing or saying until I finally said that until they were willing to deal with the problems we have (rather than saying and doing terrible things and then being all breezy and blasé on the phone like nothing had happened) then we needed to have a period of no contact. I said no contact at all, Christmas presents or anything, which they blatantly ignored and sent money via the MIL for both Christmas and Easter, which then puts us in an awkward position; if we don't say thanks, we look rude and if we do we get drawn into more crap and all the while we're still playing their game.
They are telling people that I've stopped them from seeing their grandchildren, which I suppose I have, technically for the last 6 months, but in the two years prior to that we lived 2 minutes around the corner and they never visited the DSs at all. We moved further away, and in the year since they have flown around the world three times to visit my brother but not bothered to cross the Pennines once.
I don't know how to field questions from my DS1 who remembers and misses them (DS2 wouldn't know them from Adam now) and I'm so tempted to call them and ask them why the buggery bollocks are they behaving like this. Why does my father not care that his first grandchild has lost his first tooth and is growing up without seeing him?
I know that I should, in reality, just leave it. But it feels festery. Most days I can deal with it but today I'm really struggling with the whole thing...