Hi, I'm a long time luker and have found a lot of the advice here, in particular on the Stately Homes thread, invaluable. However, I'm currently facing a dilemma and need some insight from outsiders to help me make sense of things.
So as not to dripfeed, I have had issues with both my parents and sibling since I was a child. Things got progressively worse as I got older, moving away and having a family of my own. Essentially, my issues surround being the 'black sheep' and 'scapegoat' of the family; feeling that my sibling is far more preffered than me; lack of support and interest in life. I won't go into details, but let's just say that many stories on the Stately Homes thread about uninterested parents, being blamed for problems etc have rung very true to me.
Over the past few years, mostly because I did not like who I was, and also due to fears that my messed up upbringing would affect how I treat my family, I have sought therapy. At first I approached my parents with my issues head on, and for a while I felt that my mother was willing to admit her mistakes and work with me on our relationship. Soon after, however, I was forced to go no contact with my sibling after some unacceptable, hurtful behaviour. This unfortunately caused things to be worse than ever with my parents, reigniting the feeling that I was the unfavoured child. Eventually, after things got worse, I went no contact at the beginning of this year.
Although it was hard in many ways, especially hard to realise how little they did care (they did not try to contact me at all, basically told extended family that I didn't exist anymore), recently I've been feeling much better about things, and my issues surrounding low self esteem/low self worth etc have started to improve.
Today things have been thrown into the balance. My mother contacted me to let me know that my father has cancer, that he didn't want to tell me but she felt I should know. She was quite mean on the call, telling me 'I know you don't care what happens to us' in a vitriolic way. I politely listened and then ended the call.
Now I feel confused and angry. I don't know how to play this. To confuse matters further, I am seriously ill myself (although it is a liveable condition, not life threatening). I just feel like I don't want my parents to hate me so much, but also I know I was happier without them. Now all I can think is my old 'I'm the problem, I'm the evil one' and I'm starting to fall back into a self-hating mode.
Any advice? Has anyone been through similar? Apologies for the essay by the way, and thanks for reading.