I have joined Gransnet today, purely to post on this thread.
I will try to keep it all factual, whilst knowing that many reading will be fully aware of my heartbreak.
I have two sons, neither of whom have lived at home since they left for University at the age of eighteen. That said, we have always been very very close, and they came home regularly. They have both travelled extensively, had relationships but never committed, seeming to prefer building up good careers for themselves.
I was widowed in 2001, and they were absolute rocks for me. I must stress that I have always been a strong person, and whilst I appreciated all they did, I never had any expectations. In fact, I used to worry that they still weren't settling down.
Fast forward to 2007, and I was absolutely thrilled that they both started relationships that were obviously going to be permanent. I so looked forward to having daughters to love and spoil. The reality, however, was somewhat different. Over time, and despite my every effort, I met with coldness, one DIL more so than the other, but neither showed any desire to have any contact with me. As they all live long distances from me, this was easy for them. I was bewildered, but I saw my sons regularly, so had to accept it.
Now the part that I just can't accept. By some strange coincidence - this always sees to happen with my two lads! - they both became fathers to gorgeous little girls in 2013, eleven days apart. I was overjoyed, and happily spent a fortune on prams, cots...oh everything that Mamas and Papas sold.
Almost two years on, and I have seen one granddaughter once, and the other one twice. My sons make arrangements to either visit me, or me to visit them, and without fail, it gets cancelled just days before. I have lost money several times, having pre-booked trains. I know this isn't coming from my sons, they are in regular contact with me, calling, emailing and texting. I have now given up. They are both aware that I know the score, but I have been adamant that they do nothing. I will not put their marriages in jeopardy, so the elephant stays in the room.
I was rushed into hospital recently, and had a very long stay. Both sons came regularly. I didn't get so much as a card or a text from their wives. That really truly hurt, but it also made me realise that I had to finally give up, for the sake of my own health.
I am sorry for the long epistle, and thank you if you got this far. If anyone can tell me where I went wrong, or what I can do, I will take it on board.
As I said, I have not really touched on how I feel, but suffice to say I would not wish this pain on anyone.