I’m 28, mother to two (should be 3 but my first was stillborn 21/3/12) . I grew up with and abusive dad, he is an alcoholic, this meant myself and my mum became much closer than many I guess. We stood up for eachother etc. I moved out at 19 and shortly after my parents split, mum was the happiest I had seen her for a while. When I had my kids she doted on them, lucky grandma had one of each to spoil. My dad, well… He doesn’t really do much… Myself and mum were best friends, we would share everything and I mean everything with eachother. But November 19th 2018, she had a heart attack, her partner was there (thankfully?) Else she would have been alone. It was a normal day we were talking about my son’s nativity etc… Then at 11pm she had passed away, I was woken by police bashing at my door at 3am the next morning, my heart tore, and then my screams woke my kids (5+3) at the time. I didnt tell them till after school, I need the time to go round mums and validate in my head what had happened. Telling my kids finished me, my son (eldest) took it the hardest, when things finally clicked for him.
Thing is, people say I’m doing well… But I honestly don’t feel it, my dad isolated me from the rest of the family, made me out to be a badden. I inherited everything from mum, dad started slagging her off saying she got him into so much debt etc, it sounded like he wanted me to give him money? Obviously k didn’t, he then started saying we should buy a house together and share it (like I’d want to do that?) . I’m no fool, I knew he was trying to manipulate me. But when things didn’t go his way, he started lying and twisting things to my grandparents, and in turn, they now see me as the selfish manipulative liar… Not their golden boy… Despite everything dad out is through, he was the first person I rung when mum died, yet I received nothing, no messages, no phonecall on her anniversary.
She was only 58, her birthday was the 14th November…
Sorry for the huge text