And I feel guilty, but....
They live two minutes from me. In 7 years they have phoned me once and not come to my house at all. They stick birthday cards through my door without even knocking. When I’ve made the effort to visit the following has happened/ happens:
- we sit there in complete silence unless I keep asking them things. Considering they are fairly old and she has arthritis, they don’t do much and have nothing to report so generating a conversation is hard. They ask me nothing. Not one question. Not about me, my husband, my son, nothing. The visit is like pulling teeth.
- gma doesn’t seem to like my (very shy and quiet, certainly not noisy) son. One time he leant on her sofa arm and she told him off. Another time he pushed his toy boat near her feet and she waved her hand at him and told him to move it away. She seems off with him.
- on the occasions when I’ve asked to pop round I’ve sometimes been told no because they want to watch something. And once I got told to go home because they wanted to start cooking lunch. I felt really embarrassed and awkward and shuffled off as requested.
- add the above to the fact that I’m NC with my mum and sister due to childhood abuse and I don’t know if my grandparents know about the NC or if my mum and sister might happen to pop by when I do, and I feel inclined to avoid.
However I’m aware they’re getting older now I feel guilty for not going over there. AIBU?