Hello,
I’m posting to try to sort through my thoughts and get some outside perspectives as I’m getting a bit lost.
Background.
When I was 16 I discovered my DM was having an affair. I told her she had to tell my DF or I would. She told me it was none of my business and no one would be telling my DF.
I did as I was told but have always wished I’d been braver and had told DF.
She abused the fact I was keeping her secret and would often use me as a cover when she went to meet the other man. I didn’t handle it well and self harmed, stole things, slept around, started drinking - all the things teenagers do when they need help but don’t know how to ask for it. I remember thinking my DM couldn’t love me at all if she let me go through all that.
When I was 21 my DF found out himself and my parents divorced.
I have slowly rebuilt my relationship with DM.
Fast forward to present day - 25 years later. DF has been very happily married for 10 years. DM married the other man, and they’ve been together since both their first marriages broke down.
I now have my own family with 2 young DS. We see DM and her husband about 4 times a year. In the past he has been a bit of a dick. Arrogant, sexist, bit of a drunk. But if I’m really honest, he’s 80 now and pretty harmless.
My problem is I can’t help being triggered whenever we see them.
I want my children to have a relationship with their Grandma and her husband, who they call Grandpa. That can only be a good thing for the kids. But I feel so uncomfortable. I hate having him in my house. I remember the way I felt when I was a teenager and I hate it when he stays in our spare room as feel I’m betraying my DF. I have just about accepted DM because I want to have a relationship with her but I can’t find the desire to feel kindly towards her husband.
My DH reminds me after every visit that it wasn’t that painful and they were pleasant enough. Which is generally true. DM can be annoying and judgemental and her husband is irritating as he believes he’s always right about everything but in the main it’s pretty easy and uneventful. And nice for the kids.
After some pressure they are staying with us for Christmas for the first time for and it’s already making me feel like I’m dreading it.
And I know my thoughts only hurt me. I don’t want to dread Christmas and see it as something to endure. I want to be excited as my DSs are just at an age where they see all the magic.
How can I move on from something that happened 25 years ago?
I know a lot has changed and I need to reframe it but something in me is being incredibly stubborn and I can’t let it go.
Thank you for reading and for any advice you might have