Just the really.
Background. My DM has never in my life told me that she loved me or hugged me. The same goes for DB. I don't doubt that she loves me, but she just can't show it. There was a thread in chat the other day where Mum's were talking about little things they did to show their children that they love them like leaving notes in lunch boxes or warming coats on radiators when it's chilly, and I could have cried because my DM literally never did anything like that.
Growing up I had friends that had the most amazing relationships with their Mums and they could tell them everything and I never had either. She wasn't someone you could talk to. She was moody, unpredictable and sulky. I'd never know what I was going to get and she would fly off the handle over the most ridiculous things. Constant treading on egg shells.Worries and concerns were met with 'don't be so silly' or 'it'll be fine' and a brush off. Opinions different to her own were met with 'shut up' usually.
It's hard to explain, I sound so ungrateful. Even now if I need a sounding board about something im told to stop whinging because she 'can't deal with it'. Yet Ive got to sit there and continually listen to her whinge about how shit her life is (it's not btw).
Surely parents are supposed to love and nurture their children? Listen to their worries and boost their self esteem? Yet DB and I now both suffer with mental health problems as adults, him depression and me depression and anxiety. When DB was first diagnosed his GP told him to reach out to a family member to talk, and he tried to talk to her and she just sort of brushed him off. Thank god he now has a lovely DP who seems to have lots of emmotional intelligence and will support him if he ever relapses.
I just feel saddened and angry about it. I want to challenge her but I know it won't end well.
Is it wrong to feel like this?