My mother was a nightmare. She gave my dad a dogs life but when he died she spoke about him as though they had been soulmates. I can't ever remember my mum giving me a hug and she criticised every male I ever went out with. She lived on her own with my sister and I doing her cleaning/washing etc but it was never to her standards. She lived until she was 93, with last 4 years suffering with dementia and final 9 months in a lovely care home which she found everything wrong with. I visited her at home and in the home out of duty not because I liked her company. I hugged my children within an inch of their lives and still do, I didnt ever want them to feel unloved. Trouble is I have been left with a feeling of guilt that I felt the way I did about my mum.
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