notanotherbloomingnamechanger ·
20/08/2008 14:04
Have namechanged as am regular poster.
I am finding it hard to deal with my Mum at the moment.
She lost her partner of 18 years just under two years ago, suddenly. She grieved, as she is perfectly entitled and expected to do, we all did. They had quite a strange relationship - she'd had a few affairs over the years and had made moves to leave him before, but never had - he could be quite chauvanistic and arrogant at times, but mellowed a lot in his last years. She decided to stay with him, but used to blatantly ignore him quite a lot of the time.
She went to pieces when he died. Because it was as a result of a house fire, she also lost her home. It was awful, really tragic. She is rehoused now, her home is lovely, though this in no way makes up for what she lost.
She was offered counselling at the time, and she went for two sessions. The first went well but it was a different counsellor for the second session, who she didn't like, so she never went back.
Ever since, she just seems determined to stay unhappy. She doesn't seem to want to get over it. She has become a grandmother for the first time as my brother's wife has had a baby, which she seems to really enjoy, but otherwise she doesn't do anything except go to work and then go home and watch TV. It's almost as if she has written her life off, but she's only 55.
She had friends but she's lost touch with them because she "can't be bothered". They ring her but she doesn't ring them back.
I am now pregnant and she hasn't shown any interest whatsoever, just keeps telling me how difficult I'll find it when the baby comes. I go to see her weekly, but she never even offers me a cup of tea, even though she'll make herself one while I'm there. I try to make conversation but just get one word answers. On Sunday she told me she'd "booked her nervous breakdown" for when she has a fortnight off work.
She has only been to mine and my partner's home twice since I moved in in January, despite her only living two minutes drive away, and one of those times was when I specifically asked her to bring me something because I was housebound after an operation. Another time my brother was calling in to see me and she just happened to be in the car with him. I invite her all the time.
I understand that she's depressed. What I don't understand is that she makes the effort with my brothers, even travelling 60 miles by train on her day off to see the youngest one, yet doesn't seem bothered about me, my DP or my pregnancy. She never asks me questions about how the pregnancy's going, only to say "I hope you haven't chosen a really far-out name for the baby".
She was always like this with me though. When I lived away, she never called, only visited twice in 12 years, didn't seem interested.
I have tried including her more, taking her out for lunch, inviting her to our home, ringing her... she just stays cold.
I don't know how much more I can do.