I need to feel better about this. It eats away at me sometimes and I feel so poisonous.
Both my parents had a lot of help from their parents when me and my brothers were young. We all used to stay at both sets of grandparents for weekends and holidays. My grannies would cook extra meals for our freezer. We would go for Sunday lunches and shopping trips and stuff. Not financial help - just practical stuff, and normal, loving parent / grandparent stuff. They were a big part of our lives. At 15 I couldn't live at home any more and I lived with my grandparents.
My parents, on the other hand, are completely uninterested in me, my family, my life. They say they have "done their bit" and have no intention of helping me with my small children. Fine. It's a choice that makes me sad, but one I recognise they have every right to make. They are much the same with my brothers and their young families.
In fact, they now say that they hated the involvement from our grandparents and they would never push in on our lives like they felt pushed in on. Their version of "not pushing in" means they have yet to meet my 1 yr old, btw.
Then my grandparents became elderly and frail. My parents behaved truly dreadfully. They were unkind, selfish and nasty. They sold my grandfather's house, used the money to build an extension and then changed their minds about him living with them. They were verbally nasty to him and blamed him for being old and useless. They said he was putting it on to get attention. He ended up homeless with advanced dementia and one of my brothers took him in. He died within 6 months.
So now... now I find myself wondering what will happen when they are old. They have no pensions. They laugh that they have made no provisions and will have to live with one of us. And I suppose they will... because to turn them away would be to do what they did to their parents and I don't want to stoop to their level.
I could not bear to have my own children watch me turn my parents away and feel about me as I did when I saw my parents being so selfish towards my grandparents.
But I already feel so bloody, bloody angry that I will have to do the right thing. Once again, it all goes my parents way. They were helped by family when they were young. They will be helped by family when they are old. And they never ever have to do their own bit of helping - not to me as a teenager, not to their parents when they were frail.