It feels a bit like one of those AA meetings "hi my name is Mai and I have divorced my parents" Not that I have ever been to one.
I fear this may be ridiculously long, but I just need to ramble a bit. You really don't have to read it .
I have not suffered as badly as any of you brave women/girls on here. I have not suffered physically. My parents are very good they do it mentally and very subtly (not sure if that is a word!!?)
I am the middle child of 3 (girls). I have always been the good/favourite child, as I was never complaining, always trying to keep the peace, always took my parents' side, could not understand what my sisters were going on about when they complained that my parents were being manipulative/controlling/evil etc. etc. Tried to make my sisters understand that our parents really does love us, and everything to do they do because they love us. Could not understand why they could not/refused to see it from my parents' point of view, because I saw them as good people. I actually fell out with both of them (sisters)and did not speak much with them, and when I did speak to them I took the "information" straight back to my parents so we could "dissect" it together and talk about how bad my sisters were.
I know now that this was my way of getting my parents' approval/attention/love. My parents' are happiest when they can talk about how everybody else is making the wrong choices, how stupid that makes them (the other people, never my parents) and why can't the other people just listen and do as my parents "advise" them to.
It took me 32 years to realise what kind of people my parents are, and it was quite a shock but also extremely liberating. After having giving birth to our second child, my husband and I decided to move back to my country for min. 2 years to see where we preferred to live Scotland or BlaBlaLand. We sold our house and my parents offered that we could stay in their house in one of their flats. We accepted this, we quickly discovered how wrong this decision proved to be.
We did not put our rubbish in the bins the right way. We did not close the doors correctly. We did not walk silently enough up and down the stairs (mainly aimed at our firstborn who was 4 months short of her 2 year old birthday).
Anyway, these 2 years were just a complete eyeopener for me as to how inconsiderate and selfish my parents are. The last straw came when my sister was leaving the father of her children. She came over with her youngest (almost 1 by then), went up to me first and told me and then went up to my parents and told them and asked if she could stay in one of the flats (more like a room with a bath). They reluctantly agreed to this for just this night. The next day she was told that she could not stay down there as it was too upsetting for my father (I have never understood that one myself so don't ask me to explain). They don't believe in parents splitting up, it is not good for the children. So this was their way of forcing her back to her partner. I said to her but you can come live with us, not ideal but it least you will have a bed to sleep in. She did not feel comfortable with that, my parents actually made her doubt herself yet again. Trust me her partner is not good for her, and my sister and her children are so much happier now that they have split up. I was then asked to come up, and I was told that I was not allowed to have my sister staying in THEIR flat. I was absolutely gobsmacked, and pointed out to them that they could not dictate who me and hubby had staying with us. To which they said that they do believe they have the right to, as the tax people do not know about us staying there as it is officially offices. I am sorry but that is really not my problem, we were paying rent for that flat and therefore I still believe that I can have whoever I choose over without having to ask the Landlord.
I asked them to say straight out if they were kicking me and my family out if we had my sister staying, but in their usual they suddenly realised that this was going to sound bad, so try to make me say that I was overreacting. Never once did they answer the question, and to me it is a very simple question (which should have been answered no). I went down spoke to hubby, and we decided to move 2 months earlier because you don't kick out your own daughter and grandchild who desperately needs to leave her partner.
Her son was away on camp, they used that as an excuse for her not being able to leave her partner as well!!?? This is the kid that hates it when his parents are fighting (every day, every time they see eachother) and runs away to hide or begs them to stop.
After that my husband once collected our son and his friend from nursery and when they got to the door, they met my mother and she only said hello in an extremely cold voice to my son and then walked away. I once myself was going out with my son, and the back door to the garden was open and I saw that my father was sitting out there so I let my son go out, but not a word was spoken on my father's behalf (my son did speak to him).
I did go up and try to sort this out one more time, with a list of questions so I would not loose track of things. I came away with all the things that they think is wrong with me and my family:
I am not a good mother
I do not clean enough (my mother lives for cleaning)
We are stupid for moving back to Scotland
We are wasting our lives (because we don't live it the way they want us to)
The list goes on but it is too depressing, and the one that I am good mother just hurt so badly. I know now that I am not, my children can give me a hug whenever they need one (or I need one), I tell them every day that I love them, they laugh, they play freely in every room of the house, they are not scared of us (we were not allowed to make any kind of noise until my dad was up and had had his breakfast in peace and quiet and was almost out of the door), they are healthy etc.
We still invited them to our daughter's birthday party and our farewell party, but they wrote her a card saying that sorry they can't make it because they are in the summer house (2 hours drive). They never said goodbye to me or my children. They just stayed in their summerhouse. Not once did they try to contact us by email (or phone whilst we were still in BlaBlaLand).