I don't know where to start and I want to send hugs to you all as your stories seen so much more awful than mine but I need a rant x
I have 2 older brothers but was dressed like them with short hair, my mum is a snob and her answer to everything is 'well everyone did it in those days'. I'm not that clever and was told as a teenager that I wasn't pretty enough to marry a doctor (lol) or clever enough to get a good job. I was told by her to not introduce my then bf to my friends as they are so much prettier than me. I must add that I was asked to catwalk model professionally, I didn't as I thought they were taking the piss. She is hugely overbearing and has a telephone voice she uses when she's displeased or talking to those beneath her - shop assistants and waitresses usually. I ended up in a telationship with a man 20 yrs older at 19. She pushed me to marry him (how lucky I was, you'll never worry about money). That as you can imagine ended badly, he was controlling EA and one divorce and 3 kids later she said she didn't know why I married him and she never liked him. I tried to leave sooner but she told me I'd made my bed, I was being selfish and couldn't stay at theirs (this was before children). She'd gossip to me about my brothers and try to make me jealous, they were both going through divorces so I stayed in my rubbish marriage.
She never babysat (at this point I lived miles away) and her visits were expected with full hosting duties. Her trips were so she could boast to her friends about being the perfect grandma. I divorced and started alone with the children 10 miles away. I cleaned toilets to feed us and fitted what work I could around them - again they never babysat. I never expected them to. My father died sadly and I fell in love and moved 60 miles away. Everyone, friends and my fiancé thought she's amazing but she's not. She's got an evil streak. She's 80 and not in great health, she's deaf but won't admit it. If she asks in the phone about our week she can't hear but pretends she does but she'd rather talk about the village flower show/her awful dog/who didn't turn up to do the flowers in church. She lives in a 1950s daily mail ideal. We had a court case earlier this year (my oh was abused as a child) I told her and her response? Oh dear, never mind. The golden child lives in America. My other brother collects trollies in Scotland, he has a phd. So I am the closest geographically. We had her for Christmas twice, last year I couldn't face it and begged Scottish bro to do his duty (she bitched at the food and everything so god knows what she says about us). It was my birthday last August, hers is two days before mine and she emotionally blackmailed staying for a week. It was hell. But for the first time my oh and children caught a glimpse of the real her. An hour before her arrival I had a tearful kennel owner on the phone explaining about the kennels - my mum had put this woman through hell as she didn't think the room her precious dog was staying in was good enough. I had to put up with her treating waitresses and workers like shit, had her putting everything down in a passive aggressive way (mil's bf is a 'funny little man', 'what a funny little house'). It was embarrassing.
Now when she calls I get the silent treatment (on the phone LOL!) if she asks whether I've seen bfs mum recently! I love his mum and we have cocktails about once a month or less! She'll bitch about my brothers, anyone. She tries to get me jealous about how often they call or how my nieces sent her an email. When my dad died I called her or called in everyday and said 'I love you', no response so I don't try anymore. She'll give me a hug and air kiss if there are people nearby and complain that I (me) am not a 'huggy' person when I don't respond. We've never hugged, kissed , she's never told me she loves me.
So that's me. A damaged, no confidence fook up! I can't even drive as I know how rubbish I am. I guess I just wanted to offload without being told how evil I am, you've only got one mother (her favourite), or being judged. It's rolling around to August again, our birthdays, and then Christmas. I don't know what to do.
Oh and my fiancé and his family and friends are all 'not of her class', so although our wedding will be a hilarious riot, she'll hate it.