Okay this is going to be a long one, so apologies in advance. I have changed my name for this (sorry) as I am fairly ashamed of a lot of it.
I have always had a really difficult relationship with my mother. From a very young age we got on badly and she physically and emotionally abused both my brother and I. By the time I was in my mid teens she was an alcoholic (still is, though refuses to admit it), and I think, also stole prescription drugs from her workplace. She got sacked from at least one job because of her drinking and the fact that she didn't get on with colleagues.
She also had a terrible relationship with my father, where there was a great deal of verbal violence, very, very nasty personl stuff and a fair bit of physical violence. At the same time, she never ever showed any love towards me, nor ever encouraged me in any way. She called me ugly, and compared me to other children constantly, always saying they were better than me in some way.
When I left home as early as possible to go to college she showed very little interest, and in fact refused to travel to the halls of residence I was in. I know part of this was jealousy, as she never had the chances that I did, but at the time I felt very upset by it.
As time went on visits home became more and more unpleasant. My mother and father argued constantly, and showed little interest in me (although they were different with my brother to a point). There came a time when I decided I just didn't want to go through this nastiness any more, so I stopped contacting them. They phoned me half a dozen times, and sent me a Xmas card and that was it. So there was no real effort on their side either.
This went on for over 3 years, and then my dad died of a heart attack very suddently. Of course my mum contacted me and, well, it was a nightmare. I felt and still do feel so guilty even my best friends don't know what happened. I will never ever forgive myself. I went and looked after my mother and really tried to start a new relationship with her, but I couldn't. I had my dd a year after my dad died. The morning I phoned my mum from hospital to tell her, she called me a selfish bitch for not breast feeding. I had tried, and just couldn't manage it.
As my dd grew, my mother visited several times a year and we also saw her. The relationship was still not good, but sort of staggered on. I wouldn't let her babysit because she is still an alcoholic. We had one discussion which was a very calm one. SHe asked me why we couldn't be friends and I must admit I was gobsmacked. I explained how unloved in childhood I had felt, and how the violence in the household had really upset me. She pooh-poohed it all, and tried to deny everything. She admitted she loved my brother more, because it is natural for women to love their sons more! She also said I was a very difficult child to love.
A while later my brother's wife became pregnant and my mum started saying things to my dd like "are you going to be jealous now that there is a new, cuter baby in the family?". She also started criticising her appearance - "its such a shame your hair is brown now" - which is exactly the sort of thing she said to me.
After my brother's son was born, my mother stopped contacting me. She visits my brother who is 10 mins drive away from me to see her grandson and never bothers to come and see us. It has been nearly a year now. I have phoned her and she has slammed the phone down on me.
So the question is - do I just let everything go? My dd has a wonderful grandmother already so she will grow up knowing it is possible for women to get on. Also, what happens if my mother starts treating my dd as badly as she treated me? Should I make one last ditched attempt to salvage something from this awful relationship or just let it go? I love my dd so much I feel that I should be protecting her from people like my mother. Any advice, please?