This is not a matter of an “imperfect” mother. My earliest memory is not warm on any level.
I’ve forgiven her and to see us you might think there was some feeling going on.
Regrets! My brother killed himself, the other brother is in the pen for life (has done 20 years already) and I have my own suicidal inclinations (only occasionally now) to deal with and her to thank for them.
I kind of just wish she’d cash in finally - 87 years too long. And I am making sure she is safe, comfortable and well taken care of (not living with me tho). She has Alzheimers.
I just get sick and tired of those oozing over happy memories of childhood. And everyone always ASSUMES every old person was damn SAINT!
Your point is well taken — Peace be with you!
>>I just get sick and tired of those oozing over happy memories of childhood. And everyone always ASSUMES every old person was damn SAINT!<<
I have two sisters just like your mother.
Their children don’t speak to them. They love me. (One Godchild, one namesake of mine in THEIR kids)
Each chose their own lives over their children. One to lesbian lovers, one to a man who hated the kids.
You’re taking care of her as you can. It’s enough.
But some children are selfish too and that seems to be the case in the story of the 101 year old/