So many sad stories on here. I am of course very sorry for all the GPs who are suffering the loss of their ACs and GCs but it's the children I feel for. They are used as pawns and it is just too shocking for words. Makes my blood boil when children are used as leverage in the nasty control games their parents play.
Worriedwell.....your poor grandsons, especially the 13 year old, such a terrible burden on such young shoulders. The mother and step father should hang their heads In shame.
Whiff......found it really interesting what you were saying about how you have now "found" yourself again. I had this feeling in a blinding flash a few days ago. It suddenly occurred to me I was as free as a bird.
My husbands last dying words were "look after the boys". I have tried my utmost to fulfil his wishes. DS2 has been wonderful, grateful for my care, DS1 has basically thrown it all in my face.
Over the last few days I have been thinking a great deal about the differences between them. Hindsight is a wonderful thing but I can now see quite clearly DS2 has always been the kinder, nicer man.
He was far more supportive during my husbands illness and subsequent death, his elder brother didn't really help much, he was too busy doing his own thing.
Caring for my husband for 9 years wrecked my health and it has taken me a long time to get back on my feet again. My youngest son has been kind and loving, nothing is too much trouble, (although I'm very independent and don't ask for help, he just offers). DS1 just comes over as being dismissive and impatient when I have been ill or grieving. In fact his charming wife has even accused me of inventing illness.
Don't know why I didn't spot it before - a mother's blind love I suppose. I guess I saw what I wanted to see.
But after the way I've been treated the scales have now fallen from my eyes and I now see my eldest son is not the man I thought he was. And he certainly isn't the man his father brought him up to be. My husband would be appalled that a son of his could possess such a cruel and mean streak.
And the truth shall set you free........
One thing is for sure I will never be able to see my son in the same light again, and I will never, never trust either of them.
I am finding that the longer this "silent treatment" goes on the more I despise the pair of them for their weakness, their immaturity, their selfishness and their sense of entitlement. I have no idea how I shall respond when they come crawling out of the woodwork. I say when because I'm pretty certain they will. They will expect to just breeze back into my life as if nothing has happened. That I will be so grateful to have them grace me with their presence that I will go running to them like a whipped dog.
Are they in for a shock........
Like you Whiff, I am rediscovering the real me and its heady stuff. I had hidden my light under a bushel for so long. 15 years buried under sorrow and grief. Well it's over now. Yes I will miss my husband until the day I die but I am ready to rebuild my life now.
In a funny way my eldest son and DIL have done me quite the favour. They have made me sit up and take notice, and my life will change direction as a result. I am making plans and taking action.
Like you Whiff I have definitely decided I will move house, probably put it on the market within the next 12 to 18 months, maybe sooner if it takes my fancy.
I have just spent the last four days painting the outside of my house. The decorator let me down so I thought sod this for a game of soldiers and set to. Saved myself a small fortune. I will make it beautiful and sell at a healthy profit, downsize to something more manageable, somewhere I can lock up and leave so I can go travelling whilst I'm still fit enough.
A new life beckons and I will carpe that diem.....with both hands.
Unite the Kingdom and Pro Palestine marches Cup 16th May 2026


just the thing to get off to a good start for the day ahead.
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I was called manipulative and an emotional blackmailer
. It's awful not knowing the name of the youngest GC or the day they were born.
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no, can't be. You have to play him loud to really appreciate it.
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