There will never be any pleasing them. Unless I turn into a rude, obnoxious, ignorant fuckwit that agrees wholeheartedly with their ridiculous opinions.
I know it's a horrifying thing to say about your own parents but they're just horrible people and I'm sick of trying to be a different person when I'm around them. Seeking their approval at all times, above my own feelings.
Afterwards I cringe and think why did I do that?
They say awful things about other people. Never have anything nice to say unless they're suddenly their new favourite person because they had a conversation and agreed on something.
I'm sick of it. I can't be arsed with the constant up and down relationship. They make me feel like shit and make it extremely clear that I'm not as important as my golden child sibling or her golden child children who are raised similarly to how they raised us. My parenting is heavily criticised, I don't rule my children through fear like they did, I comfort my 3 year old mid raging tantrum and tell him "it's ok to feel upset/mad" etc. I feel their daggers and eye rolls between them at family gatherings.
I hate seeing them being nice to my dc because all I can think is when will they drop them too. Build them up to think they care somewhat and drop them immediately without any hesitation when they don't agree or "upset" them.
I was going through an extremely difficult time last year, a poorly dc a couple of weeks away from much needed surgery along with a baby that didn't sleep and trying to juggle work with a husband working his arse off doing 12 hour days. I didn't do something for them (perfectly good reason) that they felt I should have. I then received a text message from them meant for my sibling tearing me to pieces, how shit and pathetic I am. Bitching about my husband. I was floored.
It was months before I spoke to them when they kept crying saying it was just a text how could I keep their grandchildren away etc etc. I let them back in and tried to bury it but I just can't move past it.
I look at my dc and think how could they say that about me. If my adult child was going through the most stressful and upsetting time of their life, I would support them and do anything I could to help them. Not send a scathing text about how shit of a person they are to their sibling.
And yet again I find myself speaking to them almost daily to try and make them like me. They're technically right, I am pathetic!
Any wise words for how to navigate this?