My bitch of an Nmum continues the cycle with my 2 year old niece.

Sister is GC but wavers between seeing the harm my mum does and seeing the benefit she brings to her life. One of these benefits is childcare, and today I had the pleasure of witnessing my sister drop my niece off with "Nana".

First she cooked the child the kind of pasta you might eat if you're in an Italian restaurant but also insane. Half cooked, plain oil and lots of fresh basil, but no salt or anything else. I wouldn't have eaten it. Then Nana got upset because we pointed out the child couldn't eat that. Then Nana got more upset because we didn't want to leave her in charge of a child while her blood sugar was spiking (diabetic, uses it as an excuse all the time, never looks after herself). The blood sugar starts to level off, so we pack up and go. The child is upset because her mother is leaving, so what does Nana do? Picks up all the overnight stuff and throws it down on the ground by the door, telling us to take her away.

Thing is, I remember her doing that to me. Packing my stuff and telling me to leave and go and live with my dad. I was 6. I had, that year, just had open heart surgery. And she wanted to throw me out because I didn't love her enough.

And now she's doing that to my niece. I can get over what she did to me, I won't get over the fact that years later, after all the fights and tears and serious talks where she pretended to understand what that does to a child, she would do it to my niece.

Bitch.

EDIT: Update - apparently the whole scene was my fault- there's such history between us that Mum can't control herself around me. Had I not been there everything would have been perfect.

Story of my fuckin' life.