Interesting what people are writing on here (it has 'morphed' a little, about wedding)s. When my boy friend and I told my parents we were getting engaged (we were both just 20 yrs old), and, obviously, back then, both living with in parental homes. My fiancee's mother was a widow, we all lived in Council flats in Hackney. We said we did not want a big wedding, but would be grateful for any help that could be given to help us get a deposit for a house. My Dad agreed (I knew my English Jewish parents had saved for most of my life towards my wedding).
My lovely Mum also agreed, but looked so unhappy as she told me that she had dreamed all my life of me walking down the aisle!!!
So, we gave in and had the wedding my Mum wanted......My Dad would not let my future MiL financially help in any way as he knew she had a very limited income.
As my children were born, their weddings never crossed out minds - we used to say, laughingly, that we hoped they would elope!!!
Four of my children have since married - all to long-term partners - all have had pretty big weddings, all have aranged and paid for that themselves. The last one was to celebrate she and her partner's 20th anniversary together.
They had waited as she always wanted the big, white wedding, and for many years they could not afford that. When they could, they went ahead, with their daughter as chief bridesmaid.
My hubbie became ill with MS when the children were quite young. Unfortunately, as this got worse, he under-went a change in character and became extremely bullying and, at times, even violent. He finally stormed out of the house and the family and left me in pretty dire circumstances.
We survived - all my children went through University, obtaining good, useful degrees. All now have their own homes, and good careers. I am extremely close to them all.
I know they worry about me, the reversal of care does take place, - when they worry more about me than I do about them - and are all happy that I am settled in a flat. What is important that they see their siblings as good friends.
My father was estranged from his only brother virtually all his life, although did keep in touch with his two sisters (one of them his twin). My much older brother had chips on his shoulders the size of stonehenge - and took it out on my parents. Just before she died my Mum asked my Dad to try to keep up a relationship with him. He did try - until two months later my brother (true to form), stole some money from him (Dad was going on for 80 then), and disappeared for the next eleven years. By the time he re-appeared Dad was also dead, but I am still glad I had those last couple of year with him.
I write this to say to Mw - that perhaps the time has come for her to try to make contact with her brother and family - and see if, step by slow step, some sort of relationship can be built. Be good for them, her and - of course, for her own son and daughter. Are their cousins for them whom they do not know?
2020 is a new year - and a time for really good resolutions to be made - and hopefully, good new beginnings. Your year, Mw - do not rush into any old rental property - wherever you go it will need to be your home for a good few months. Pick somewhere you can afford, you like and is really suitable.