Thank you so much for all of your supportive messages and I will try to respond to each one personally, but just struggling a bit at present.
Yes, I am very upset, but coping better than I have on previous occasions. I think that when the worst thing that could happen has happened, it oddly gives you a better perspective. Who wrote the famous line - 'Damaged people are dangerous because they know they can survive'? I am also starting to observe patterns of behaviour, and the fact that they have started to treat LB's DP in the same way indicates that the problem is not just with me.
I do regret not ending the call with DD1 sooner. Instead of saying that I was upset and ending the call, which I tried to do, I should just have made some excuse, such as there is someone at the door, in order to buy time and calm down and reflect before calling back. But she wanted to carry on and, to be fair, she was conciliatory on the 'phone and seemed very disappointed that I might not go to Ireland. She said that she had been looking forward to it and wanted to see me, which I actually believe, as we genuinely had a lovely time and were much closer after my recent visit.
She didn't say much, told me to calm down, as I was so upset. Everything that I had been bottling up came spewing out. I kept saying that I should have learned my lesson, that everything was thrown back in my face, why couldn't she just have accepted the crosses and put them to one side if they didn't want them, that they had Christian significance, but also wider spiritual meaning. They weren't associated with any non Christian religion. I said why did I bother, that nothing I did was ever right, it was just like last time, when all the gifts I had bought were thrown back at me. She said that I had bought vegan gifts. I said I had bought dairy free chocolate because I thought DGD1 had a dairy allergy (she previously had an allergy to dairy but DD1 had not told me that it had changed). Also, the hamper contained ham so was obviously not vegan. She said that it had been too dry and they had wanted to tell me because they were sorry that I had wasted my money.
I said that she was no-one to talk about inappropriate gifts after sending the Solzhenitsyn book about Russian death camps to someone who was terminally ill. Who does that? She said that Dad had wanted to read it (My recollection is that they told him how good it was and asked him if he wanted to read it and he was too polite to refuse).
I said that I still couldn't understand why she had treated him and me and her sisters so badly, why she had not told us about her marriage, about the birth of DGD1, why she had cut herself off, that it was such a cruel thing to do. I said the problem was that she had never really explained it, that we had spoken of it last year, but she had simply said that LB had told her to do it. I became very heated and said that wasn't even the beginning of an explanation, that if DH, her Dad, had told me to cut off my family, I would have told him to 'F' off, but that he wouldn't have done, because he loved me, and why would anyone who really loved you, want you to be estranged from your family.
I said her Dad and I had not deserved that. Why would she not have told us about the birth of DGD - even in cases of terrible parents, they would usually be told about the birth of a DGC. We were not abusive or anything. And the letter they sent with the photos of DGD1 was horrible, saying they didn't tell us because they didn't want to expose her to bad relationships. I asked how she would feel if DGD1 got married without telling her. She said that she would feel that she had gone wrong. I said that was how I felt, an abject failure, and LB would tell her she was better off without me and that he was probably right, that I could not deal with this, it was too upsetting, that I should have stayed in Egypt, where people I had only just met were kinder than she was.
I also said, several times, that it would be up to the DGC if they wanted to have a relationship with me when they were older. She said that she wanted them to have a relationship with me now. She said that she had encouraged that, or words to that effect, to which I replied that I was sick of being told what a privilege it was for me to have a relationship with my DGC. Also, how upset I had been when she had suggested that I would not be able to see DGS1, which made me feel nothing had changed. Why had she said that she did not 'feel guilty' at how she had treated her DF? The problem was she had never said sorry or shown any regret. She said that she had said sorry to her DF before he died. I said that was something.
I said why would you cut off DF, he did nothing wrong. She said that she had cut off the whole family because you couldn't cut off one without the rest. She has sent a card/message to DD3 but hasn't had a reply. I said what did she expect, she had ignored DD3's 18th and 21st birthdays. She said she was upset that DD3 hadn't sent her a card for her 30th birthday. She said she thought that things were in the past. I said that the present is built on the past and that the ripples go out a long way. That maybe we should just try to bury things under the carpet, but it was difficult.
I also said that I didn't like her racist views, that it was horrible to hate someone for their skin colour and that I didn't like the latest link she sent me (of some racist git sounding off in his sitting room), that it was vile. Also that they were being unkind to LB's parents, treating them in the same way, that they were good people, that my heart went out to them. Although they were much closer to them, I was pleased that she'd had support, especially after the births of the DGC, despite being upset that she didn't want me there and was much closer to them. She said why would she prefer them over her own mum.
Anyway, it was mainly me ranting, and I felt drained afterwards and that I had been so stupid to wreck something when it was going so much better, like I had a death wish. But you have all made me feel so much better by reassuring me that it was inevitable that I would express my feelings at some stage, that I am not a robot, that I cannot be forever a puppet, dancing to their tune, hoping for a few crumbs from the table.
I need to sleep now!