My mother was"difficult" (to say the least! lol ?), and I did think, briefly, when I first got married (too young, to get away from her), about estranging her.
But, I didn't do it, because I was very close to my Dad, and I knew the effect it would have on him.
She was great, on a practical level, but totally lacking, with me, on any sort of supportive level. She was the mistress of the constant put-downs and criticism.
But, from a young teenager onwards, I learnt that a passive smile and a bland look, then doing as I liked anyway, took the wind out of her sails. She had nowhere to go with it.,
When I had my kids, I thought I'd wait and see, as I wouldn't allow her to be the same with them - and I'm so glad I did hold off.
She was the most loving and supportive granny I could have hoped for. If I could have chosen a granny for them, I would have chosen her.
My kids adored her (and vice versa) and they still mourn her passing.
I helped look after her when she developed Alzheimer's, and I did it out duty, not love.
When she died, I felt no grief - just a regret that the relationship couldn't have been better and a huge sense of relief.
My kids and grandchildren don't know how I felt about her, and how she could be. And they never will.
Their memories of her are golden, and I wouldn't tarnish them.
I don't know why she was like she was. I don't need to know. It was what it was, and I don't need to relive the past, rehash it, and mull over over it.
The past is done - onwards and upwards towards the future.?