I need to live longer so that I can live the second half of life according to my agenda instead of hers.
Nony, I like the way you put that! I hereby aim to live my life by my own agenda - as of now! No more waiting!
This communication conduit idea is a very interesting thread. At first glance I didn't think it was so relevant to me, but I'd never really considered it before.
I can't quite believe it's been a deliberate conscious strategy on my NMom's part, but there certainly are huge communication issues in our family. NM operated through Dad, over whom she had total control. Now that he's gone, she's lost that control mechanism, and bit by bit I'm starting to find out what I can 'get away with' now. For example, now my sister and I communicate freely by phone and by email, and I feel such glee in
not reporting all the details to command centre! It's because of this new found freedom, that we've finally been in a position to put the pieces together and realise what NM is!
NM came to Scotland from Germany when she was just 19. She spoke very little English then and could only talk to Dad, who spoke fluent german (and several other languages). My sister and I were
not brought up to be bilingual. German was like M&D's 'secret' language and we were
not encouraged to learn, so felt very alienated when we spent every second summer in Germany.
Of course we picked up some of the language from cousins etc, but if we spoke it in front of NM, she corrected everything and was very disapproving. Probably she felt it reflected badly on her that we couldn't speak it perfectly.
The only one of my G-relatives I can readily talk to is a cousin who speaks excellent English. Interestingly, when this cousin (B) came to visit whilst NM was looking for a place to live around here after Dad died, NM blatantly corrected the one minor grammatical error B made when talking to the House Manager who was showing us around the retirement residence. Everybody was taken aback and embarrassed by NM's inappropriate outburst. It was quite bizarre!
NM also isolated us from the English-speaking relatives by insidiously turning us against people. It's so obvious to me now, I can't believe I missed it!
The family is so spread out now. Visiting each other is very rare indeed. My sister left home as soon as she could, moving first to Africa and then to Australia, where she is now settled with H & kids. I moved 500 miles away (NOT far enough!), but missed my friends and missed Scotland, so moved to the North of England (215 miles from NM & D). Now NM has moved here and lives a mere 6 miles away. I hate it!
Sorry, I do go on a bit, don't I
I'm tired now and not making much sense.
Goodnight.
Av.