She was always very critical of me as a child and didn't show too much interest in me, preferring men. She moved a "lodger" who was actually a boyfriend into our family home when I was around 11 and proceeded to play Dad off against him.
I moved out at 18 and pretty much stayed low contact, she never reached out to me. I did an experiment once, that was to see how long it would be before she contacted me - no arguments, I was quite dutiful, albeit frustrated by the random man in my house, and it was 5 years. I subsequently moved overseas and have been gone for more than 25 years.
I'm back in the UK now and she has been ill after quite a large operation, so I've just spent the last 3 months supporting her in her home. For this I had to leave DD behind during her A levels (DD is close to 20 due to our relocation so not as bad as this may sound). It's been an absolute nightmare. I work a 10-12 hour day running a large global team and support DD on my own financially.
She spent the whole time criticizing me. I wasn't available to her, I was rubbish at looking after her garden, the food wasn't good enough, I'm terrible with men (her obsession), she was too worried to ask me for something during the day, the bed isn't made correctly, the hallway needed hoovering, I was over-watering/under-watering - it was relentless. I was trying to run two houses, DD remotely and my day job and rushing out between Zooms to offer her water, run to grab prescriptions, dash to M&S during "lunch", make home made food etc and it was incredibly stressful. The slightest twinge involved me taking her to the doctor for a 1-2 hour round trip during the working day and they would without fail say there was nothing wrong.
After 3 months I set up a team of carers to visit her every day at a not inconsiderable cost. Her sister is there with her now for a week - able to give her attention all day - and all of a sudden she can open the dishwasher, can walk her dog, is eating, feels she is getting better and "what on earth are those carers going to do every day". I feel literally murderous. She made a good number of tinkly laugh jabs about how shit I was while I was up there this evening while lapping up all the attention her sister can devote to her.
Also, while I was up there I did another little test - I mentioned I was getting chest pains, which I am. She completely dismissed it and hasn't mentioned it since. I need to get to the GP.
Oh and she's only got photos of Dad, "Lodger" and the most recent boyfriend up. yes, the one she met at "Lodgers" funeral. She's 79 and these three months have been the longest I've been with her since I was 18.
Thoughts? NPD or just somebody difficult?