Here’s my situation.
I’m 50-something. My mother is 80 and ageing. Increasing loss of balance, back pain after being an incredibly optimistic and young older person. Ageing, I think, is affecting her mental health a bit.
She lives in the sticks - thankfully, she has a car and is a great driver - in a big house with a big garden. She’s recently got a cleaner and a gardener. I live in a city about an hour away, I don’t drive, but public transport takes me to her nearest town which has uber.
I had a fractured relationship with her as she was violent, critical, and controlling when I was a child / teenager. I was the rebel and i went pretty low contact for years, but as I’ve aged, accompanied by a load of therapy, I’ve found strategies to deal with her and, to be fair, she’s met me in the middle and admitted to most of her awful mothering (apart from the violence, but I’ve let that slide) and, for the most part, reigns in the criticism. When she does criticise, I now assertively push back.
I have an amazing partner of 20 years who backs me up and sees the dynamics very clearly.
So, I’m taking on more of the practicalities around health, socialising with her and going over for weekends .
One brother (my late father’s favourite, Golden Boy One, GB1) sorts out her financial affairs as she’s blown her annuity and the house is expensive to run. He lives abroad.
My other brother (my mother’s favourite, GB2) is a functioning alcoholic and lives 100 miles away. He does what my other brother says. None of my brothers had the parenting I had. I’m resentful of that.
So, right now my mum is increasingly mentioning sheltered accommodation in a flat and then she changes her mind when Overseas Brother gets involved. There’s enough equity in the house to make a flat a reality. Younger Brother sits on the fence.
What the two of them refuse to realise is that because I’m nearer, freelance, and I’m a woman is that I will take on more of the care. On Friday, I took her to a hospital appointment which was all day. I spent the weekend there sourcing and buying nightlights and other minor adjustments to keep her safer.
I took her to choose a recline / lift chair which she bought and GB1 nearly blew a gasket as he thought I should go to his MILs to research her chair. I told him to sort out the arrangements to do that. As he didn’t, I simply looked at Which with my mum to pick a good one within her budget, and she ordered a chair. Well done, Errant Daughter for your foresight.
In two weeks time I’m going to stay there for a week as she’s having an operation with two weeks recovery time. I can work from there. I’ve asked my younger brother if he can come up for part of the second week of her recovery as I’m seeing an overseas friend in London, and he ‘Will check his schedule and it will probably be ok to do this’
I’m increasingly having to cancel social events related to my work. These events are intrinsic to networking.
Neither of them will sit down and have an adult conversation about any of this. We had one in the spring where GB1 was so unbelievably patronising to me and overruled any of my ideas that I contemplated telling him to fuck off. GB2 hardly said anything.
I know the two of them are having conversations behind my back as I’ve picked up on comments. The last thing I want is estrangement. DP has offered to talk to them, but I think that’s not the right thing to do.
I’ve got some counselling booked in to help me navigate this.
It is driving me mental.