I'm beginning to agonize over the fact that I'm not going to tell my family I'm moving. Actually, I'm moving to the same town they live in; I don't want them to come by. The emotion I'm feeling is not because I feel I should tell them, I know I don't have to tell them. I't because when my mother finds out my daughter had a reception and didn't invite her AND I'm moving, she will call.
My mother isn't hateful by yelling or being threatening. She has a quiet intensity and she will turn on the "woe is me", I'm not going to live long and this is how you two treat me. She's just old. She will try to make me take responsibility for my daughter not inviting her to the reception and she will be mad because I didn't ask for "help" in moving. (just something to be mad about.) They haven't helped me the last 3 times I've moved and I asked for their help, then. During that span of moving, my brother moved twice and they held a moving party for him both times.
I don't want them to help me move. I don't want them touching my things. I don't want them seeing my things. I don't want them coming back into my life, making it hell.
I think I've finally learned that my life is better when they are not so IN it. I think that's sad, really really, sad because I miss them all so much.