I'm struggling with this.
Went very low contact because I need to protect myself after another rejection, but feel guilty because of remembering the good times - most of these when I was a child and teen. At the time they were so lovely and fun and genuine love was there (I think) but adult me is realising that they were at least partly a Disney Mum kind of thing. I never lived with her, another relative brought me up, my mum married someone and had kids and they lived together without me.
Several times, they told me they were moving to be near me, didn't happen. Then they moved further away. There was no bed for me in their house, so I did visit them in holidays and enjoyed it, but was never really my home, slept on a sofa or floor of sibling's room. They had a spare room for their computer. She never put me on the family health insurance plan, which I felt funny about, as I have been disabled since childhood and problems with my health, meaning I've spent a fair amount of time in hospital.
Twice, once as a child and once as an adult, when I received scary and life-changing health news, and was crying and in shock, she started to cry and just walked away and left. The second time because I was an adult she pushed some money at me before going.
My stepfather never adopted me or anything, and it was just taken for granted that I'd be ok with no dad. Stepfather once said he really loved my mum and siblings, and that he "really liked" me.
But lots and lots of fun and good chats about shared interests, ie both mum and me very interested in music so common ground. She helped me prepare for all my music exams and very supportive through university.
Other things were also very helpful, I dealt with anxiety and depression as a young adult and she spent a few hours every week talking to me on the phone. Sent me ideas for therapies and ways of treating depression.
I really, really loved her - but in so much pain because I think I might not really love her in the same way anymore
feel very guilty and sad but it feels like something I need to let go of.
This is a self indulgent rant and I'm actually fine, not having a breakdown or anything, but when I think of it get so confused and fed up.
But yeah the first time I've even admitted to myself that I don't know if I feel the same love for her anymore.