I will try and keep this short, and not too identifying.
My mother grew up in a severely abusive household. Her mother (my grandmother) enabled her husband's violence and always excused him. The family as a whole were extremely toxic, and damaged my mother's mental health very badly. She has had decades of counselling, but is still always seeking approval and validation from her family.
When I was about 10 or 11 my father refused flat out to visit his ILs at all. He had had enough. I stepped into his place and would go and see her family with her to provide some sort of support. I bloody hated it. There were always screaming fights and on more than once occasion my aunts would beat the shit out of my mother and sometimes me. I got smashed and punched around the head when I was about 12 maybe because I 'looked' at one of my aunts 'funny'. Some sort of incident happened every time we saw them, for christmas or an annual 'family reunion' or whatever.
I finally put my foot down when I was in my 20s, and I have refused to see them again. This has not stopped my mother from 'accidentally' arranging meetings- like when we went out for my 30th for example she invited a bunch of her side of the family and 'what a surprise!!!!' it was that they were there etc. I truly do not understand what motivates her to try and play happy families. I also do not understand why she thought it was okay to throw me under the bus from such a young age - it was more important to her to try and keep up some pretence with them than it was to keep me safe. After I had my first DC I had a bit of a breakdown because I simply could not understand why she did that to me, when I was too young to defend myself.
Anyway - One of her siblings has a terminal illness, and the end is very very close. Thing is, this particular sibling is the only one who was vaguely okay and pleasant, and was relatively normal. I liked him, never had much to do with him because he avoided the family too! If it were any of the others I would not even consider going to the funeral. But I am feeling like I may be obligated to...... I know my mother would want me to go. But, to go is either a (very) long drive, or a flight away. But the thing is, the thought of being in the same room as any of that side of the family makes me genuinely feel sick to my stomach. I feel like I OUGHT to go - again to support my mother- and feel like I will be emotionally blackmailed into going by her (or she will just do the pursed lip disapproval thing).
I liked this uncle. But I cannot stand the thought of seeing any of that side again, ever. I hate that I still feel suckered into 'keeping the peace' when it comes to my mother and her family.
I don't have an excuse of funds, or time off work - I work in our own business. Our DCs are older and will be fine. But I am not sure that I could cope with facing decades of silent punishment from my mother for disappointing her over this. It has to be said, she has not asked me to go, but I feel there will be a very solid expectation of it.
I am confused, and angry. And that is overshadowing the fact that a nice man that many people loved is going to pass away and that is desperately sad for his loved ones.
I feel so sick about it all- confused, worried, and feel as I am being very very selfish. I really do not know what to do, or to think about it all.
I'd be really grateful for outside perspectives.