I don't think it will be a bad shock to DC, as they're friends with a foster child, so know how that works etc. Both are quite mature for their age. So it wouldn't be devastating, I guess they'd feel a bit like I did, in that they've done a lot they didn't have to.
I don't know where my Mum lives, but I could address it to a relatives house and hopefully they'll pass it on.
With DH I think he's been immersed so much in their negativity, he can only see me how they do. Thus our marriage being more or less over. An example, I got a bit of a treat, I'm not known for treating myself, my first thoughts is to get stuff to say thanks to others. So I went shopping yesterday as I wanted some bits, I needed continence pads, only I seem to buy kitchen roll. I bought DH a few DVD's, some nice hot cross buns to take to work, chocolate, doughnuts. He was already angry over the boiler, he said I don't want a penny from you. I was like but it's a thank you for what you do. I'd got some bits from Amazon, DD & DS were looking through the box, DH was like oh that can go back for a start, I explained that DS & DD both wanted this game. At Christmas as a present they hadn't asked for I got them both a Steiff bear out of my money, DH though DS was too old for bears, but I was thinking good quality bears, they had an offer 2 for £50, it could be a family heirloom. He thought I was from a different planet.
When we've had fallouts between DH & myself, my siblings have interjected saying I could go back to where I grew up, but then when I text the person who apparently said it, I get no reply.
The main thing is feeling lonely because I have a big family, but both sides blame me for something I had no control over. I didn't decide to be born, I know adoption was on the cards at one point, but there was a really short window to sort this stuff. It sounds like a relative had an abortionist on speed dial who had very few ethics.
In a way I'm overly grateful for what my Dad did, but at the same time it wasn't all that lovely and Disneyfied. He was in no way as bad as Mum and her family, but he had his moments. I just think being a Dad wasn't his thing, he was kind of thrown in front of the head lights.
Apparently my Mum has written DC a letter each for when they turn 18. It concerns me what she's put it these letters, I don't have them someone else does. An example being my GP didn't speak for a long time as my Mum needed a scale goat for some problems, it was just handy they wouldn't question it if she blamed me.
Before I met DH I had a relationship that was physically and emotionally abusive, one day I got the courage to say this is going on. I was told what do you expect us to do. My heart sank that day, I felt more numb than when I found out my Dad wasn't my Dad. In my head when I had the courage to speak out they'd save me, instead they said that DV was a part of relationships, what did I do to deserve it. In all honesty I didn't do a thing. I would say that's when things changed with my paternal side, as I'd expect such a response from the maternal side, but not the paternal. I was so shocked it was horrible. So in the end I sorted it myself and found somewhere to go.
I'm not naive to think family life is a bed of roses, but certain things really got to me. New people coming into the family being told oh yeah she's the bastard, she ruined her Mums life and opportunities being born. I'm a big believer in truth over conjecture. So someone might say that person is awful because x/y/z, but I like to give most people a chance.
I worked really hard studying and getting a career, it was my dream job. I was bought up that you work hard for your income, so I started working in secondary school, I did lots of different jobs, but ultimately hit my dream job that was advertised as a job for life. My health took over and realistically I wasn't viable a long time before I got retired. They gave me lots of support enabling me to work from home. Even that wasn't good enough for them, which was a big shame, as apart from DD & DS it's the only other time I've ever been really proud of myself. But they tore it to shreds, how it wasn't a job for a Mum, even though we agreed DH would be a SAHP.
I don't get why they think that not working is something I chose. It's taken MN and others to get me to apply for benefits as it's simply something that was looked down on in our family.
As for support with the health stuff, I was meant to be referred to hospice care which in turn would support all those involved, me, DC's, DH if wanted too, at least for preparation for how it would impact DC. I only found that out recently I was told what I was as my condition involves many organs, ultimately it'll lead to full organ failure. As after a period of certain organs not doing their job, it'll impact elsewhere. I've had heart scared that paramedics took very seriously.
On a final note, if I was to die, I don't want them there shedding false tears, I'd be happy having no one there. It would seem hypocritical to me that they'd play the OMG this is awful card, when they didn't give a shit when I was alive. I don't know if that makes sense.
Thank you for your replies.
It's true, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Ideally things would be different, but they are what they are.