Hi, Bear. Going on two years at NC/LC, mostly NC except for some nasty emails from NM and NF. As I learned more and more about N, I began to change not only how I handled my relationship with NM but how I lived my own life. Since NMs behavior included extreme control over the money, livelihoods, and social circles of her children, you can imagine how she hated it when I progressively became independent of her financially and socially. I also got an education late in life. So, all those things really helped me to distance myself. I watched my siblings deteriorate and become unable to support themselves, hold jobs, or even function on a day-to-day basis because of her abuse and control. They live with NM in her house, and they are in there late thirties/early forties, so, . . . I guess that speaks for itself.
As my life progressed, NM's behavior deteriorated to the point where she was verbally abusive to me on a regular basis, and she did this in front of my children. That, basically, is what made me realize what a destructive person she was for me and my family. So, I don't have guilt about my children not having a relationship with grandmom. I only wish I went NC sooner so that my kids would have no memories of her. In my heart I know that encouraging my children to have a relationship with someone abusive, destructive and hurtful cannot bring anything positive to their lives. The only thing that I really miss is having someone who thinks my kids are special and amazing and would help them, visit them, love them--all the things a loving grandparent would do. But, I know that my NM would not do those things--she is only interested in what my kids can do for her, how they make her look to her church friends, and how much attention they would pay to her.
As for the money, I feel much better knowing I can make it on my own without her. And, if she disinherits me, oh, well.
She does send an occasional email, but most of the sentences start with I and all of the pronouns are me, my and mine. Then, she will close by saying, "Call us if you need us, we're here for you dear" or some such yuck as if I am some sort of prodigal daughter who left the family fold. I will say, this, though--the more I stay away, the more clearly I can see the dysfunction and abuse for what it is/was.
No regrets.