Thank you for the new thread. I'm upset that so many of us have had DMs like mine.
There is something in the Guardian today about parentified children and the struggle for decent relationships which rings true for me for most of my life.
She was critical of one of her friends in particular how this friend did too much for her children. Like parent or babysit her grand children. This friend didnt come to her funeral or send flowers after nearly 60 years of my mothers version of friendship.
I cannot get over my resentment towards her. How she delighted in things going wrong for me and often engineered it.
I was never a real person in my own right to her. She didnt even know things like my favourite colour.
She used to complain that my DF spent hours helping me to read. If my DF bought me some chocolate he had to buy her something otherwise she would start screaming. Who would be jealous of a small child having a bag of candy?
For her constant focus on having more all the time she never did anything. I could not magic anything up for the padre to say at her funeral. No holidays, no hobbies, no friends, no community.