Another thread inspired me - about relationships with mothers. NC, but probably still outing to anyone who knows me irl.
I’m in my early 20s, my mum is mid 60s. When I was 10, I emigrated from England to another English-speaking country. My mum married, and still lives with my step-father.
As I reached my late-teens, and school was coming to an end, I began to feel detached from the country I was living in. I longed to come back to England. It was all I could think about, and I did come back during the summer holidays (I stayed with my dad). I was soon set on the idea of moving back to England. I just didn’t know when or how. I often forgot about “home” while I was there. When I would try and talk to my mum about how I felt, her response was bitter. She viewed me as being ungrateful, and said I wanted to “leave” her. This left me feeling extremely guilty. I could see her POV, however I felt so deeply unhappy living there. As you can imagine, I was in a tough position. I wanted to keep my mum happy, and knew I would miss her an awful lot. But I also couldn’t bear the thought of staying in that country.
To try and cut things short, I am now back living in the UK with my partner of 3 years. I took the plunge when my mum sold our house and relocated to another part of the country.
I enjoy my life here, and know I made the right decision regarding the move. However, my mum is always at the back of my mind. I feel guilty. I feel like a terrible daughter. My mum keeps reminding me that she won’t be here for “much longer”. She tells me how hurt she is that she won’t get to see her grandchildren (that aren’t even born yet!). She makes cutting remarks about England, and wants to know what we have here (England) that they haven’t got there (where she lives).
(I should point out that I have siblings, one of which lives near her).
I talk to her as often as I can. I video-chat her regularly, I have been back to visit her as much as I can (despite barely being able to afford it). I try to involve her in my life, send her plenty of photos. I understand that she misses me, I miss her, too. But sometimes, she takes me on a guilt-trip, and I just feel awful. As if I’m not allowed to enjoy my life because I’m hurting her.
I don’t know what I’m trying to gain from this - I just don’t know what to do. In my ideal world, she would decide to come back here, too. But she doesn’t want to, she’s happy living where she is, with her husband. Which is completely fair. I just wish she wouldn’t make me feel like I’m responsible for her happiness.