Another spread inspired me to write this. I have had a troubled relationship with my parents all my life and it came to a head when DS was born. Although we still maintain contact, we are much closer to my DH's parents who have been like a surrogate family to me (and they live a lot closer than my parents). The reasons for this are very long winded so I won't bog you down with it all. Basically my parents are my biological grandmother (my birth mother's mother) and her second husband (therfore not my biological granfather), talk about unusual! They adopted me when I was 2 as my birth mother suffered severe mental health problems, she is now sadly no longer with us but I did have contact with her when she was alive.
My parents think I have turned out okay because of them. Actually by the time I was 18, I was a bit messed up and going away to university and meeting my DH and his family sorted me out.
My Dad over the years tried to pressure me into a career in running as he always wanted to be a runner and didn't have the backing. He would do things like rant and rave at me if I didn't run well and make me stand on the scales and call me 'a fat cow'. When DS was born he criticized the way I dressed and when I got upset and threatned to go home (we were staying with them at the time) he said 'go home then and I won't be up for Christmas!' Even last time he was up he had a rant at me along the lines of 'you didn't have the bottle to be a good runner'.
My Mum had a go at me the very first time I phoned her from the hospital when DS was born, not even a 'I'm really happy for you, congratulations'. She claims it was because I hadn't kept her up to speed during the labour etc. I WAS IN LABOUR and I had dragged myself to the phone as soon as I could post birth with catheter in tow. She tried to undermine me breastfeeding, even though I had expressed my desire to do so without criticisms. In the past she has called me a bitch, told me she hates me and when I broke down once about family issues she told me I was pathetic and stormed out of the room. Then she expects me to fawn over her because she had the goodness to adopt me!
Am I really mean in thinking that they didn't do anything we wouldn't all do i.e. look after our grandchildren and that I shouldn't have to feel grateful? Am I wrong to limit contact and to not want my DS to see them that much?
I have had councilling for this but still preys on my mind. Things are a lot better, we seem to have reached a truce and just have contact on my terms.