This is going to be long and I'm posting from my phone so apologies for typos.
I don't know what to do about my relationship with my mother. As a child she wasn't there for me much. She worked full time (she was a Dr) and spent most of her spare time either painting, gardening, decorating the house or writing articles about the Bronte sisters. I can only remember her sitting down to do some colouring with me once as a child and I remember the picture so vividly. She never played games with me etc. my bro was sent to boarding school aged 9 so she didn't have much to do with him either. She is very much a child of the war generation and I take a quite a modern and progressive approach to life so we don't have much in common.
Throughout my childhood my dad was having multiple affairs and I think he was emotionally abusive to her. She finally left him when I was 15 and I went with her. At the time my dad hinted that his poor treatment of her was because she was difficult to live with. I didn't want to hear it and had a go at him for shifting blame which he accepted.
I found our little life together after that weird. I couldn't really talk to her much. She had no social life so I felt I had to be around law company for her. I was annoyed that she wasn't getting out there and starting to build a life for herself. She stopped painting, gardening, her Bronte sister thing, all hobbies. She often went to see her mum 60 miles away. I could tell she was depressed but she did nothing about it and I didn't know what to suggest (aged 17).
Skip a few years and I leave home etc. She hoes to live with her mum who dies shortly after. Mum then lives in Gran's house. She remains depressed. Then she randomly inherits a life-changing amount of money from a distant relative. It doesn't seem to have any effect on her life or demeanour. We are now 150 miles apart.
In 2001 whilst on holiday in France she has brain haemorrhage. She is in intensive care out there for 3 months and I am there with her for the entire duration. She made a full recovery.
My first DD was born in 2004 and I hoped she might rise to the occasion. Through my pregnancy she never asked how it was going until I confronted her at about 5 months as to why. From then on she'd ask but I could tell it was out of duty. She visited us the week after she was born and held her like a rugby ball. That is the ONLY time she has ever held my children. Not because I don't want her to but because she doesn't want them to. Now aged 8 & 10 they have never even sat on her lap.
5 years ago I was diagnosed with cancer. When I told her she said to me that she had some "catastrophic" news too. Bracing myself (whilst feeling pretty fragile) I asked what it was. It turned out that some people who she thought were going to take her out to lunch didn't take her out to lunch. She refused to engage with anything to do with my treatment and to this day has never once asked how I am.
She is 80 now and is an old 80 year old. She has carers and her mobility isn't great; she walks with a stick. She gets a little confused but she's actually all there mentally. Anyway, she does NOTHING but sit and chain smoke.
She never sends cards etc for birthdays, this Christmas I bought all her presents to her grandchildren. She bought me two books which was fine but it annoyed me because it proves that she can buy stuff if push comes to shove. She never thanked me for buying her grandchildrens' presents for her and hasn't offered to pay me back. She stayed with us over xmas and spent more time talking to my dog than to me or my kids. She smoked in my house despite ring asked not to and being given an easily accessible place to smoke.
She never asks how I am, she never asks how the kids are. In an attempt to try and form some kind of relationship I am now coming to see her every 3 weeks. This means I have ask people to have my kids stay the night (DH is around but works v late), put my dog in kennels and drive 150miles to see her. I got here last night and basically spoke to myself because she doesn't communicate at all. She asked after my dog but hasn't yet asked after my children.
Sooooo, as you can probably tell I am bloody angry with her. I feel enormously let down. If I try to confront her then she becomes the harried victim and all woe is me I have never got anything right so I feel guilty. My family say it's all down to the brain haemorrhage but don't get involved (DB lives 200 miles from her). The fact is that these trips to see her every few weeks are worsening our relationship. I'm doing all the running and getting nothing back. I go to work then come all the way here to find there's no food prepared so I cook dinner for us whilst she sits and smokes.
She won't move nearer me or my brother. She is equally disinterested in him and his gorgeous 4 year old son whom she referred to as "the boy" last night.
I'm not sure why I'm posting. Maybe to just vent my spleen. Any advice at all would be welcome. I need to improve this before my anger turns to hatred.