It’s 10-years now since my ES cut me out of his life. He has had children born since then that I have only heard about on the grapevine. I have tolerated being treated badly by his sister, my youngest for years. She has only contacted me when she wants something. I have been her Personal Consultant, Researcher, and when she was younger, Emergency Banker. She hasn’t called me for many years just to say ‘hello’, not even a text without some request. In addition, I have tip-toed around her on eggshells as it would take so little, or even nothing at all (e.g. “I know you’re thinking . . .) to annoy her.
I amazed myself recently by finding that I had reached my limit. I had had enough. We had a What’sApp discussion (I wouldn’t have been able to make my points in an live discussion). I told her that I had had enough of being a scapegoat who was there at her beck and call, that she only contacted me when she wanted something, that she seemed unable to reflect on her own behaviour and that until/unless she does, I’m done. She has a lovely 8-month-old baby boy and I am very sad not to have regular contact with him, but in the interest of my own mental health, I have to do this. We live at opposite ends of the country, so contact requires a lengthy visit, rather than just a pop around. I’m not prepared to put myself through the stress any longer. Although it’s very sad, I am also aware of an uplifting sense of liberation. Like so many of us, Christmas has been especially tough for me over the years, both with the estrangement from my son, and the tip-toeing around, and abuse from my daughter. This year, I think I’ll be fine. As has become our family habit, Christmas day celebrations take place at my oldest daughter’s and lovely Son-in-Law’s, rather than at my house. Their children are lovely, my husband (not my youngest two’s father) is lovely. So sod them!