My mum and I always had a very difficult relationship. My earliest memory was when I was three and she picked me up and threw me across the room - my newborn baby sister had just returned from hospital and my mum thought I was going to wake her. My mum was admitted to hospital soon afterwards with purpural
psychosis.
Fast forward to teenage years and every memory I have of that time is of embarrassment and fear of my mum. She was physically and verbally abusive.
At 21, I wrote to her GP to get help and was told I needed to be the one who helped her.
So I walked away. And stayed away.
I never hated her. I just felt huge sadness for a mum I wanted and never had. I was so envious of friends who had great relationships with their mums. I became a mum to two fabulous daughters and every day I do all I can to be the mum I never had.
My mum died last week and I found out 2 days later. I always wondered how I would feel. I actually feel at peace. And relieved she didn’t die alone or in pain.
I am going to her funeral next week - my mum’s friends and carers will be there.
Do I try to explain or say nothing?
[So as not to drip feed - my mum and dad got divorced when I was in my 20s. My dad died 15 years ago. He had no idea of the abuse over the years (he worked long hours) and I was extremely close to him. His death was sudden and I miss him every day. I have a sister (mentioned) but she and I also don’t speak - other issues that I won’t go into here]