On one level I feel for you hugely, life is difficult in such circumstances. You must be exhausted. On another I’m glad you’re not mine. You’re so mean about your parents. Wishing your mum dead says something about the colour of your soul.
I wonder if she was so drama raptured when giving you life? Nurturing you until you could walk, talk and use a spoon? I have four and I truly gave them my all, every single ounce of possible energy, love and resources. It was the highest privilege of my life. They were the best years of my life, all of it, every single bit…what a ride ! what a ride! Better than landing on the moon. I’m an artist and teacher and I always considered them my finest works of art.
I have friends who are not that keen on their adult kids but I have always really liked/loved mine and all their qualities. They’re not perfect and neither am I but I have always been proud of them. As I get older (not ancient but older) pensioner this year, I’ve sensed an undercurrent from some, a difference of want, a dystopia of need…things and families change I guess. I find it unnatural and so different from pre lockdown days. I try to respect the difference and distance they need. I respect their peace but I miss them massively.
I’m grateful I’m not in your mums position. I’m wishing you were Italian or from a big family and could get more support and appreciation. Don’t forget with out your mum you wouldn’t exist, maybe that could help you access some compassion…