Yes, I fully agree with this. My maternal Nan, who also thought my mother was a nightmare, was the main support and guiding light in my life.
She'd had an extremely difficult life growing up in Eastend London, especially during the war, as she'd been widowed when my grandad was killed by the last German rocket to hit the East end of London. She was left with nothing other than two young children and a 4 day old baby.
As a toddler, she'd also spent 3 years in a workhouse orphanage after her mother died, until her father remarried.
She taught me to deal with adversity, to face up to things and get on with it, which has come in handy at times.
An original East End matriarch - known as a "character" lol
But, she loved me, I loved her and we had a fantastic relationship, as I did with my Dad as well.
Unless something reminds me, my mother has sort of faded into obscurity in my mind.
My memories of childhood are generally happy ones, and I've long put any sad memories away.
Nothing's perfect in life. ?