I need some perspective on this because I'm too close to it all.
I have to go back to my childhood to get the background in, it is relevant.
My mum had me when she was 19. my father f***d off and left her to it. when I was 6 months old she met my dad and when I was 5 they adopted me - in those days they made you a ward of court, took you "off" your mum and then both had to adopt you. So, my mum is my mum, my dad is on paper my step-dad but he is my Daddy.
His mother refused to be called Grandma/Gran or any of the derivatives, her name was Molly and as I was into the Milly-Molly-Mandy books she begrudgingly agreed to be Milly-Molly. His dad was more than happy to be Grandpa. So, Milly-Molly and Grandpa it was.
My Grandma and Grandad (Mum's parents) were/are the most wonderful people. I lived with them till I was 5 and remain very close to my Grandma, my Grandad died 8 years ago and I miss him every day.
When my little sister was born, MM and G proudly added her to the family tree. I wasn't on it and asked why. I ws told it was because I wasn't family.
One year wea had to go there for Christmas day. I wasn't brought any presents. As I got older I refused to go there and went to my Grandmas instead while the others all went to MM & G's. My mum was in hospital one year and my dad had to go to MM's, she had made dinner for him, her and G and not me. My dad gave me his and she told him off
God there is so much...when Grandpa died, big funeral at Bradford cathedral, family all at the front, in teh posh cars, go to the graveyard afterwards, then to the wake. Me? At the back with my grandma and grandad as I'm not family.
The last time I saw this c*ing bit** from hell was when my eldest was a baby (he'll be 19 in July) and my dad proudly said to MM "look at my grandson"
The reply? "he's hardly your grandson is he Robin". My dad calmly replied "oh yes he is".
I haven't had any contact with her since then.
MM has lived with her daughter, another Nicola, since Grandpa died. Ruined Nicola's life, and I feel dreadfully sorry for her.
I refused to have her invited to my wedding and she hasnt been to my sister or brothers weddings either. they (MM and N - you still with me?) live in London, we are in Leeds.
My mum just rang. To tell me that MM and N are moving to Holmfirth to be near family. MM is now 90 and I apparently have to "be the adult" and "be the bigger person".
My Grandma lives in holmfirth and while I can't go veery often I DO try and get to see her when I have a very rare day off, and now I won't be able to go over there. Familyt get togethers now will involve me being rung, told "such and such is happening, o and MM will be there it is up to you if you come" and I wont be able to go.
I can't. I can NOT face that evil woman again and subject my children to her hatred. DH is at work today and I have just cried my eyes out down the phone at him, he thinks I am crazy and doesnt see why it affects me so much, "for goodness sake you are 40".
I don't have a brilliant relationship with my mum, never have. I can cope with that. But the thought of me and my kids being ostracised till the fucking cow dies is not something i can cope with right now. My kids dont even know she exists ffs!
Don'tr get me wrong I am thrilled for my dad that he will have his sister close and his mum as well, she has never bee a mum to him he was sent to bording school as a little boy, she split him and my mum up for 6 months and has never accepted us as part of the fanily, but she is still his mum asnd fotr himI am glad.
But me? i'm absolutely heartbroken at the thought that my kids will end up having to meet her and be subjected to her nastiness.
I don't know what to do. Please help me get some perspective on this.