I went NC with my birth "mother" and her vile husband in August after they visited and basically destroyed whatever was left of our relationship.
It's a long story, around 25 years long, but part of it is that she left when I was 3, despite my Dad offering to pretty much pay her lifestyle for her so she could stay in the house with me and my DSiblings. Dad then had to travel 2-3 times a year over 300 miles to her so we could see her. She never came to us and barely rand to speak to us, either.
Christmases and birthdays came and went. I have had 6 birthday cards from her in my life. I know, because I kept them. Three of those are from the last three years and only because of my DC's. I have probably had around the same amount of Christmas cards/presents in 25 years, but never in the same year as a birthday card. Every year she would use the same excuse - lost in the post.
Bare in mind I am having counselling because of her shitty behaviour and because her fuck of a husband assaulted me while they stayed.
This Christmas I have received 3x presents for us, cards, money and separate presents for the Children. Two of them are tree decorations, which is significant because I told them WE as a family (Me, DH and kids) buy a pretty and "expensive" tree decoration every year - one also had our names on it, but mine was the name I no longer go by and haven't done for years.
So, as if by magic, or luck, or through some divine miracle, her and that fucking sleazy cunt she married remembered that, actually, I exist. It only took 25 years of completely mind fucking neglect.
I don't know why I am posting really. Perhaps just to sound it out. It just feels so fucked up. There is no doubt that she will play the victim when she doesn't hear anything from me and I will be the worst person.