I am glad at times that I do not get to see my DGC. I love them, don't get me wrong, but last time I saw them, the eldest was three and was tearing around like a bull in a China shop, knocking his baby brother over, throwing a Fisher Price telephone at his head and getting away with it. I wasn't as poorly then as I am now so I could imagine what it would be like now with a five year old and a three year old who do not get told off and would not get told to be careful around Granny.
When I did go and visit, I ended up sat on the settee at their flat, just watching them, it was like visiting a zoo. I tried to play with them but they wouldn't come to me. It was always me travelling to see them, she wouldn't make the 45 minute journey on the train with a baby. So they didn't get to see me often enough to make a bond really.
She stopped me seeing them the year before the final time of her withdrawing them from me, for about 4 months. So this time there is no going back as I can't keep getting my heart broke when I do try to make the relationship with them work. I have cut myself off emotionally but maybe, with being ill, it is for the best, like I said, their parents wouldn't tell them to calm down. In fact, the eldest said something hurtful about me last time I was there and my daughter just laughed. I'm better off out of it. But it wouldn't have been my choice had my daughter been the type of person who put her mum in the position I should be in instead of being kicked to the kerb. I would have relished being a grandma, lapping it all up but without the threat of them being taken off me.