One of the greatest indignities of first widowhood and then approaching age was people doing things ‘for me’ that I didn’t in the least want them to do. ?
looking out of my bedroom window and seeing a neighbour digging my garden unbidden.
A visitor kindly coming to ‘keep me company’.
Helpful gifts of items they thought I should have in my house.
They wouldn’t have intruded like that when I was 50 and working. Why did they think they had the right to interfere in how I lived, because I was older and not living with someone.
It diminished me as an independent person. It meant they saw me differently from the person I am. I had become less of that person in their eyes.
If the OP needs to see her Mum for her own personal benefit, to gain something from it, because she needs her Mum, then I don’t suppose there are many mothers that would turn their child down.
I do find it a bit amusing/frustrating that people can’t accept that her Mum is happy as she is. It reminds me of my MIL who could never accept that you didn’t want a cup of tea and would produce one anyway. And then you were obliged to drink it because she had made it.?
So it begins….. Streeting resigns

