Long story short, I am NC with my birth family (Mother and two siblings). Long history of abuse-siblings chose to keep contact with our Mother so me and another sibling sort of formed our own family.
There are lots of details, but since I don't understand what's happened, I just need to cope with the fact that we have fallen out and I'm pretty sure I have lost her too.
I moved away recently with my family - I had previously been able to offer her lots of free childcare. A few days ago I drive 200+ miles to stay with her and look after her kids while she worked.
She decided my childcare was inadequate and accused me of not properly committing to looking after the kids because I had an online hospital appointment with my eldest son and had to take a call about another son's ehcp.
She got madly angry and sent lots of angry texts while I was out with our five children. She accused me of being like our abusive birth family.
I got our things and left. She was very up in our faces and having experienced dv growing up, I just needed to escape.
She accused me of "always running away" and "not being able to face conflict".
Well, I can't face conflict. I got shouted/screamed at by our Mum and our Dad used to chase me to hit me and I had to lock myself in the bathroom until he had calmed down.
I don't have conflict in my own family. DH and I have got along peacefully for 20 years and our 3 kids are lovely and have been the family I always dreamed of having.
I now feel sad and twisted up inside. I can't get away from this terrible feeling. Sister has done this a few times over the years - she is quite like our Mum and is very good with confrontation.
I sent a text message to suggest we tried to move on but she has ignored it for 3 days.
I think I'm done. I am an idiot for thinking that any member of my birth family wouldn't always view me as substandard.
What can I do to shut off the pain I feel? In lots of ways I am relieved- she had two weeks of childcare planned for me this summer and I realise now that she kind of feels I owe her and that it is her job to tell me when I am failing. Growing up, my parents made lots of jokes about how slow, disorganised, incapable and emotionally soft I am. I just can't process this final blow.
What a mess.