My parents were 21 when I was born and I was very much unplanned, I think they’d been together around 2 years when I was born. They broke up when I was a baby so no recollection of a family unit and my childhood was a mess, to be frank.
My Mum met someone else when I was 2 and he was an abusive bastard, a drug addict and a huge racist bigot so not the best choice of stepdad. They had my brother when I was 6 and my stepdad became violent and emotionally abusive specifically towards me so I had a really fun time at home. They split when I was 15 after I’d had to call the police one night because he jumped on me and started punching me. Never had a particularly close relationship with my Mum because it’s difficult to trust someone who stayed with a man like that. He wasn’t abusive towards her AFAIK but she had MH problems so I think she was afraid to be alone. She’s also a totally different person to me and we don’t have very much in common.
My Dad evidently lives in cuckoo land and still to this day thinks he’s going to be an actor. He moved to London when I was 8 to chase this dream and is still trying to this day despite now being in his mid 50s and it not going anywhere. We stopped talking when I was 19 because he kept making endless excuses not to see me anymore. I think in his mind he’d ‘raised me’ to adulthood so that was his job done. He never remarried or had more children so I’m his only child. I always thought we were close when I was a child but in hindsight, he just spent a lot of money on me and didn’t really offer much in the way of real parenting or support. I saw him most weekends until I was a teenager when I wanted to see my friends more. I have lots of fond memories of holidays abroad, nice trips out with him etc but it is all a bit superficial really, he wasn’t around for any of the day to day boring stuff and was very much a Disney Dad. I tried to reconnect with him about 6 years ago but this consisted of me putting in all the legwork, I was chasing visits with him and I was travelling down south to see him. When I did meet up with him, he didn’t seem all that interested in my life and just spoke about himself so I gave up and he hasn’t chased a relationship with me in any way.
I still speak to my Mum a little bit but not all that often. I went to see her at the weekend to exchange Christmas gifts with my DC and she said she wants to get into fostering which I can’t fully grasp personally. She said they may contact me to ask what she was like as a Mother so I suppose I’m expected to lie because she really wasn’t a good one at all… She spent much of my childhood drunk and I don’t recall her ever being a supportive, loving or emotionally available Mum. She also obviously let her partner abuse me for almost a decade so I don’t really want to lie to them and make out like she was Mary Poppins.
Also had a rather frustrating chat with my paternal Grandma last night. She was telling me all about my cousin and how she doesn’t have to pay nursery fees now she’s back at work because my Uncle and Aunt look after her baby. My Grandma even said how expensive nursery fees are like I’m unaware in some way. We’ve never had any remote support from any relative with our DC so we’ve always had to pay for FT childcare.
I guess this time of year in particular rakes up a lot of resentment over not having a close family unit. I’ve created my own with DH and DC and that’s lovely but I’m just feeling a bit frustrated that I majorly drew the short straw with my parents. My Uncle evidently supports his DD and GC a lot which is lovely. He wasn’t much older than my Dad when she was born so can’t use the excuse that my Dad was just too young to be an effective parent… I just have useless parents, their age and circumstances are no excuse imo. I’m just looking for advice on how to overcome this built up resentment and bitterness really? I have a great career, home and family life so I don’t have much to grumble about but I do wish I had better parents.