Do Not Touch Me. Unless you are my lover.
This is what started the estrangement with my daughter. Her husband comes from a touchy feely culture. I come from the opposite. He told me he thought I should show more emotion. He wanted me to be the mother he never had. I told him that touching etc makes me very uncomfortable. One day, as I was leaving their house, he grabbed me on both sides of my face and kissed me on the lips. It was not sexual. I felt assaulted. #MeToo?
In my world, if you care about someone, you show your caring by acts. I was the caregiver, five days a week, 12-13 hours a day, for nine months, when their first child was born. I went to their house every morning at 7am, made coffee, got baby up and fed, diapered, changed; fed the animals, did the laundry, dishes, prepped bottles for the next 24 hours, made sure the house was tidy when they arrived home from work. I would get home at 7:00 pm, exhausted. When baby started day care, if he was sick and couldn't go, I would get called in the morning and go over there. I charged them nothing. My son-in-law hates me. He actually said that. Because I am not the mother he always wanted. Really? His family, who does all the touchy feely stuff, has done nothing to help them. When his car was in the shop for weeks, I let him take mine. Tolls came to over $70. No reimbursement even. And he complained that he was embarassed to drive it.
Sorry, this is a sore point, can you tell, lol? Because now I can not see that baby, nor the one that followed, and it has broken my heart.
Aside: I did cuddle the baby. All the time. He was a fretful one so I gave him lots of love.
Don't Touch Me. But if you need help, I will be the first in line. Well, not anymore.