Name changed as potentially very outing.
Been to the funeral today of an old friend/neighbour. A very kind, strong, brave lady who lived life to the full and was very, very loved. She loved her family and friends in a unique way. A very special person indeed. I was honoured and privileged to know her. So I’m feeling quite emotional and inevitably it got me thinking about my mother (similar age) and our relationship, which has always been tricky.
As a child I would always wish I could have a different mum and used to pray at night that my friend’s mum could be my new mum. I was never neglected or abused, I just wasn’t loved. I was an inconvenience and always made to feel so. I’m also an only child. My dad left decades ago never to be seen again. Don’t blame him really.
I have a good life now. I studied hard and have a good job, an amazing husband and wonderful children, and lovely friends. My friends are my family I suppose.
In fact it’s only been since becoming a mum that I’ve realised how lacking my childhood was. At the time I knew no different. But I’m 50 now and there’s still no love, warmth or affection. I struggle buying greetings cards for my mother as most of them are so warm, loving and grateful. I tend to search for blank ones, which is surprisingly difficult.
So forgive me for posting this but I can’t really say these words out loud in real life. But if my mum dies before me then I would really really struggle to find nice things to say about her at her funeral. She paid for me to have food, clothes and a roof above my head, but in my Christmas stocking would be school uniform and she never once said she loved/loves me. We would never hug or kiss, see each other rarely despite being geographically close, and I know now it’s not me as she’s exactly the same with my DCs.
I’m sorry I’m gabbling.
I hope this makes sense.
Thank you for reading.