Once again, I wrote you a long post on my phone yesterday and lost it just as I was about to post. Afraid I didn't have the heart to start again...
But I want to say, I understand. About your mother. She is of course why you've fairly drowned yourself in alcohol all these years. She sounds terrifying, and I have experience of this.
NOTHING you do, drink, don't drink, whatever, will change her.
My advice is to keep yourself and your children as far away as humanly possible from such an evil, toxic, spiteful person. Better your children are cross with you, but are PROTECTED. Better you all pack up and run away to Outer Mongolia never to be seen again, than to even attempt to get her to behave reasonably over this iPhone thing. She has done a great job of making your life an utter misery. She is poison. For you and your dcs, no matter how much they think they love her. The most terrifying thing of all, is the prospect of her taking your dcs in completely and ruining your relationship with your own children.
My daughters (early twenties now) have never blamed me for not having a relationship with Granny. They are very loving and protective towards me on the subject. They were about ten and seven when it was all over with granny. They have heard over the years how she continues to abuse my siblings and their families.
They are not keen on anyone wanting to be nasty to their mum.
As adults, with much more understanding, they totally appreciate that I protected them from her and are thankful. Even my exH is grateful I protected our children, and has actually said so.
My biggest comfort in life is that although my relationship with my mother has been a total disaster and a source of utter misery for me, I have wonderful relationships with both my dds. I am beyond grateful for that.
Sorry, I realise this probably isn't that helpful, as you are trying to address the alcohol situation and the mother situation is SO big, can never be solved, is dangerous, but maybe is too scary a prospect to tackle. But the only way to tackle it, is to run, run, run like hell away from her.
I'm so, so sorry about your brother.
