I’m finding it hard tonight and could use some support.
Before I had DS (now 4) I would visit DM frequently. I thought we were close. She rarely came to mine because of MH problems and would find an excuse not to visit (we lived 15 mins away) but I would go to hers once a week. When DS was due I was blunt - she and her partner smokes in the house and they had two dogs - one of which I’d not yet met and the other was lovely but would jump up. But either way, I said she was always welcome here or we could met externally.
She was there on the night of labour. DP couldn’t drive and I wasn’t able to drive myself so her and her partner did two return trips (sent home the first time). She met DS when I was ready to go home - about 6 hours after birth.
She visited once after - just before Christmas (roughly 4 1/2 months later). That was the last time.
In the time before and after I would constantly phone or text and make plans. She would agree to come over, agree to meet in a coffee shop, etc. But she would always cancel. Half the time she would inform me after the meeting was due to take place.
We did have a text argument in spring 2018 when she expressed her annoyance I hadn’t helped them move house and I got angry because she hadn’t informed me of the date they were to move and what I was supposed to do to help with a 3 door car and a baby. I suppose that was the real end of our relationship to her. Looking back to me, it was before.
Since then I have spoke to her twice - 2019 and again early 2020. Each time was me reaching out and trying to get things on track again. Nothing since. She sent DS a present in 2018 (a toddler friendly bible, of all things), but she’s not acknowledged his existence since. He is the only grandchild.
Tonight I was thinking of the ‘before’ mum. The one who was kind and loving. The one who seemed to love me. She was always religious I think I rocked the parent/child relationship when it was clear I didn’t believe, but although we were argue about that I was still on her side (during the divorce, during everything), and I thought she was on mine. But then she disappeared at the time I needed her most as I just find it so hard. I mostly accept she’s not here - but she is. She still exists. And it’s so hard sometimes to grieve and move on because I still hope, and have tried, but she’s clearly not interested.
Has anyone experienced this? How do you cope? And how do you express the feeling of grief of a living person when you know others have lost their parents in very real terms?