Ok, this is going to be a bit of long post, just to ask for advice.
My (older) sister and I don’t exactly get along. She’s a couple of years older than me and always bullied me, psychologically, when we were growing up. As teens, she wanted nothing to do with me and was really mean to me all the time. My mum would never get involved....ever.
My sister became a very rebellious teen and she put my parents through so much. She made my dad cry. She was a manipulative liar and caused so much trauma in my house. It was so bad, that my mum actually asked her to leave, when my sister was about 18/19. But she eventually let her come back. Nothing got better. I admit that I hated her at the time.
It’s important that I mention at this point that my dad was a high functioning alcoholic. I can’t go into all of that just now, or I’ll end up writing a novel. But it’s important to point out that my mum did NOTHING to protect my and sister and me from his violent outbursts. When my sister became rebellious, I felt I had to tow the line and not cause any upset or trouble.
Once I was in my second year at university, my mum and dad relocated to Northern Ireland with my dad’s job. They very generously bought a 2 bed terraced house for my sister and I to live in. It was a nightmare. By this point, my sister had a full-time teaching job. She threw wild parties at weekends, and I would often come home from evenings out with my boyfriend (now husband), to find some random couple in my bed, someone throwing up in the toilet....you name it. I would tell my mum and ask for help, but she would tell me I’d have to grow up and deal with it.
When I was in third year at uni, my dad was diagnosed with cancer. My sister carried on with the parties and being a bully to me - despite his illness, she hated him because he had forbidden her in the past from going out with certain boys. I would visit my dad when I could and it was very hard dealing with that, my sister and my degree, working a part-time job and coming to terms with my emerging anxiety, panic attacks and subsequent IBS. I stopped eating properly and lost so much weight. I was a wreck. Nobody seemed to care.
I finally stood up to my sister when I was in my fourth and final year at uni. I was about to start my finals and I had been over at my boyfriend’s house for the evening. I walked home and came home to the house full of people, a couple having sex in my bed and I lost it. Absolutely lost it. The crowd in the house, encouraged by my sister, actually boo-ed me out of the house. I had to leave with the clothes on my back and my rucksack and walk all the way back to my boyfriend’s house (no mobile phones then). I had to ask if I could stay the night and his parents kindly let me stay. The next morning, I rang my mum and asked for her help (my dad was in remission at this stage) and she said, “well, what do you want me to do about it?”. I became very ill after that, very underweight (unlike the blob I am now) and I have no idea how I got through my finals and gained my degree.
After graduation, my dad was able to offer a job to my boyfriend and we moved to Northern Ireland. I had finally got away from my sister. We got engaged and bought a little house. Months later, my sister followed us over and moved round the corner. I was gutted.
My dad died on 9 October 1997, two days before my wedding. I can’t talk about that just now. Within a few months, I was seeing a grief counsellor and it all came out about my sister. The counsellor suggested I wrote a heart-felt letter to my mum, explaining how I was struggling with my sister and needed her support. My mum ripped it up in front of me.
My mu remarried in 2001 and made it very clear that she wanted to draw a line under the past and had a new life. I was told her life was with her new husband. After the birth of my second child, I was very ill with PND and she never once came to help me - just told me to pray about it. By this time, my husband and I had moved back to Scotland and my sister and I barely spoke.
Jump to this year....my sister is back in Scotland, as is my mum (both moved back 10 and 5 years ago respectively). My stepdad died in March (he was 16 years older than my mum) and my mum has decided she wants to see me so much and I’m just not used to it. My sister has manipulated my mum to give her money, several times over the years and regularly tells me that my mum has either given my inheritance to my sister, or that she’s spent it all. On the very day of my stepdad’s death, my sister persuaded my mum to book a holiday for them both to Tenerife, and she did. She also said horrible things to me about mum, like “how long till mum buys a sports car now that she’s on her own?”
Last year, in August, I had a complete breakdown. I was very ill with GAD and depression. It was about a month after that that my stepdad took ill and also my nephew was very ill with a terrible illness. I couldn’t cope and I know I was very little help to either my mum or my sister. I was suicidal at the time, but I still feel I really let them down. By March of this year, my stepdad had died and the funeral was awful because my sister took over and I couldn’t speak to her at all. My nephew is really recovering now, but the last time I saw him (about 8 weeks ago, at my mum’s house) my sister phoned before we arrived to tell me that he didn’t remember me because I hadn’t seen him for so long. I was devastated and had to be dragged out the house to go and see them all. Turns out, my sister was lying through her teeth.
I’m still very depressed and I suffer with dreadful anxiety, no self-esteem either. So here’s the big question: mum asked if we wanted to spend Christmas Day with her, my sister and my nephew. My brother-in-law works as a nurse, so will be working on Christmas Day and my niece won’t be there because, basically, she doesn’t get along with my sister. I DO NOT WANT TO GO. My husband has put his foot down and said my mental health is way more important to him than me trying to please my mum. My in-laws will be spending Christmas with my sister-in-law, so I don’t even have that as an excuse.
I literally don’t know what to say to my mum. I’ve never stood up to her, because she essentially just won’t understand mental health problems. She believes they are sinful. I just can’t spend the day with my sister because she will upset me. She’s lost a lot of weight and so has mum, they even dress the same 🙄. However, I have put on weight thanks to my depression and chronic pain. My sister always asks me what size my clothes are and now my mum is doing it too. They compliment each other all the time, yet when I lost a lot of weight they told me I looked so terrible. But I still feel I let both of them down, by not being there when they were going through such hard times and I don’t know what on earth to say about Christmas Day. Help.....x