Words can't describe what a heartsink my mother is.
She left when I was young and despite my parents being shite at organising contact, despite her moving to the back of beyond (so I had to take a 3 hr train at 13 and accompany my younger brother or he'd have had no contact), despite having had no meaningful pattern of contact and certainly no maintenance from her - we managed to have a half-way decent long-distance mother-daughter relationship. (I was desperate for attention, my dad isn't exactly mr wonderful either, though he is decent enough.)
Now I'm much older and I look back on the things I accepted and I cannot believe I did it. She's been an astonishingly bad mother without actually being as awful as some of the ones described on here.
I'm at the stage now where I loathe everything she says and everything she does. My brother has no contact with her at all. She rings me and brightly chats away not knowing that I actually think I hate her.
I would just like her to go away, really. Not die, just not 'be'. I don't suppose there's some magical way to make that happen?