I find it so hard to manage family interactions, even with the LC. My mother has stopped her (infrequent) calls now as I stopped answering after my wedding last year. I had seen too much, the veil was finally lifted on how much I don't matter to her. My health took a dive, the fertility stuff was kicking my ass, I was off work, I just couldn't deal with her. Now it's infrequent texts only. And my father calls about once every 1-2 weeks.
I'm abroad now for IVF and the hormones are kicking in, so it's fun all round. I had to tell my mother I was here for logistical reasons, so I did so via text. She put 2+2 together around fertility treatments (I suspect GC sister tells her my business), and my Dad calls today and he clearly knows too. I don't hate my Dad. I love him. He's a good man, I've always felt loved equally, and not ignored / judged / dismissed as with my mother. But he's so flawed, so emotionally stunted and damaged. He can't do emotions, he's had a lifetime of his own trauma. And he's a complete enabler of NM's, and they act as a 'team' now in their old age that I never saw as a kid. Back then it was shouting matches and my mother scapegoating him, calling me "just like your father" and forcing their kids to pick sides.
He just called earlier, we had the usual 2-3 minute conversation where I automatically dropped into grey rock, he said "let me know if you need anything, or need to talk" and hung up, and here I am in bits again. I'm a 40 year old woman who has been through all kinds of sh1t in my life, I've had career success, I've lived in multiple countries, I'm married, now I'm dealing with infertility and I feel like this helpless terrified child with these people, every time.
I've also been feeling an immense amount of grief this year, I have this visceral awareness that I'm deeply grieving my childhood, the parents I never had. I know there's progress in all of this. But I'm just so tired of feeling this way, seeing this helpless, powerless version of myself in these interactions. It's like I want it to be one way - where I keep a lid on the decades of baggage and damage and have a superficial chat about the weather and can somewhat appreciate my Dad making the effort - but it ALWAYS is the other way, I feel like a lost child terrified of what's going to happen in this interaction. I really wish I could be the confident, self assured adult I am around them. / rant over.