I had a great relationship with my mom for most of my life. Then, in my 30’s, in therapy, I came to realize how incredibly angry I was at her and what a scam she ran on me. She basically convinced me that we had a great relationship and that she loved me, all while being a really terrible mother and undermining me at every turn.
I worked through my anger at her, and when I was pretty much over it, I sat her down and told her about it, in a very calm way. I actually made an appointment with her to do so, flying out to see her for that very purpose. It took about 2 hours, and I did prtty much all the talking. I didn’t cry, I didn’t ask for an apology…I just wanted her to know that I knew what the truth was, and we weren’t going to pretend any more that she had been the world’s greatest mother, when she had been anything but. She listened, and she told my sister later, with great smugness, that I hadnt’ gotten what I came for, I didn’t get an apology from her. Sigh…
Now, my mother is 79 years old and she’s had a couple of small strokes. Her life has telescoped down to a very narrow range of interests, mostly consisting of food, cnn during the day, HBO at night, and reassurance from her children that she is loved. I only see her about once a year, talk to her rarely because her hearing is bad. But I love her, and I tell her I love her. I have long ago forgiven her and I know she did what she could with her own dysfunctional self. I wish her life could have been different.