My parents tell me they absolutely adore my dd. They have put a big picture of her in the hall and they're so proud of her and they love hearing whatever the latest funny thing she said or did. They have only actually met her 3 times and she couldn't pick them out of a line-up, but they do love her and miss her and think about her a lot...
I just had a call from my dad to say he's worked out when I'll be having this baby. Apparently it will be on a particular weekend because they have friends to stay that weekend and they were staying with those friends when they had their last grandchild, so it's a tradition! Ha ha ha! How amusing - you can raise a glass of wine and toast the new baby. Except, Dad, I'm really hoping it's not that particular weekend because if it is I'll be having the baby in hospital by myself as we have no one to leave dd with that weekend, so dp will have to stay at home with her. Ha ha ha.
I know how miserable and bitter I'm sounding. I feel miserable about it. I don't expect my parents to put themselves out because I have children. It wouldn't occur to me to want them to babysit or look after them or anything like that. My children, my responsibility. Absolutely. I can't help feeling envious of all the people whose parents do want to be involved in their lives though. It just fucking rubs it in when we have to pretend that they are doting parents and grandparents. They don't even think it is a pretence - they really believe it.
I don't know. I was going to put this in AIBU but couldn't face a bunfight.