I’m mid 40s, professional, happy marriage, lovely kids. Normal stresses and strains but no real problems. Except one - my childhood. It wasn’t happy. My father was a bully and I grew up frightened and anxious. He didn’t physically abuse my mum but all other elements of abusive control including financial and just being continually really horrible and aggressive and dominating. We were all scared of him and my mum, instead of calling it out, told us to be quiet and good until it blew over. What a lesson. My first romantic relationships were with terrible men as a result of what i saw as normal. He has mellowed for sure but I am unable to forget the past and we have only a very superficial relationship. Mum was and remains downtrodden and tiptoes around him. It infuriates me and I feel all that anger and frustration of my youth so viscerally. As an adult I am a new person, I moved away, got a great job, married a wonderful man, have a lovely family and a new life. I feel incredibly lucky. I cut off everything from my childhood and never go back - that wasn’t conscious, it just happened. I reinvented myself and I just don’t engage with that history if I can help it.
I have kids. We live miles away from parents so hardly see them. My kids love them. My dad has in the main behaved, and is on a constant warning that bad behaviour will result in not seeing his grandchildren. This message is through my mum of course, he’s emotionally stunted and would never have this discussion openly. He uses silence and avoidance as tools, probably why he has got away with behaving like such a child for so long.
There was an incident in recent years where his behaviour put my mum in danger and which was also unspeakably cruel. It was little different from past stuff but extreme and dangerous and just awful to hear about. I was furious. My mum told me like it was amusing, but it simply reminded me of all those days as a child either tiptoeing around an angry man or waiting for things to kick off. It lit a torch paper in me that had clearly been smouldering.
I refused to see them for a while but it caused me so much anxiety that I relented. But seeing them causes me as much anger/pain and resentment as not seeing them. So it’s a total lose lose. I have an older sibling but he has a different relationship -I grew up angry and wanting to protect myself and everyone in my family from this bully, whereas he became forgiving and a bit of a soft touch. I don’t blame him, it’s his way of coping. He has his issues too but is desperate to pretend we are a happy extended family when we are not.
I had some counselling a few years ago but it made things worse as it identified, for the first time, that I’m also furious with my mum, perhaps more than my dad, for not protecting us and herself when we were young and continuing to pander to him. I had genuinely not realised her part in it, or my anger at her, before. So it made things worse really and I stopped the sessions.
When they visit they stay over as they are a 5-6 hour car journey away (I never visit, I just hate being in the family home, it makes me so unhappy so I avoid it). They stayed recently. I hate it. I want them to see the grandchildren, who have no idea and have a really good relationship with them (we see them rarely so it’s a novelty). But the smallest things rip off the giant scab, from the way my dad walks, to the minor panderings of my mum around him. These things turn into unbelievable irritations that literally make me want to scream and/or get up and walk out of the house (extreme but true - it must be fight or flight or something as it feels like a physical need to run away). I turn right back into an unreasonable teenager and become moody and can’t bear to be in the same room. I go to bed early just to escape. It’s awful but more awful because although I can’t stand to be near them, when they go I feel dreadful guilt, especially for my mum, and wish I hadn’t been so moody/cross. I feel awful guilt that I can’t bear her company, that her life is so sad, that she continues to be so bloody downtrodden. Every time they leave, I feel like I owe an apology for my behaviour whilst being bloody furious that no one has really apologised to me for my own childhood. I have no desire to have a showdown discussion - we had a minor one over the recent incident but I was so stressed out by it that I had to let it slide for my own health. In my work i represent people with no voice and have no doubt that this is a psychological way of assuaging my guilt at still having no voice on my own issues as an adult. Rather, I have a voice but the emotional strain of using it is just too much. So I get my kicks by helping others have a voice which is what keeps me going to be honest and makes some sense of my weird childhood because I channel all that negative into something more positive.
Aibu to feel like this? What on earth is the solution other than putting up with infrequent visits and minimising contact which makes me feel guilty too? I feel I’m in a total lose lose scenario and my greatest fear is my mum dying and then feeling terrible guilt that I wasn’t kinder to her in her last years.
Sorry this is so long. Once I started I couldn’t stop typing.