I could see no wrong in my Mum, when growing up. We had none of the teenage battles, because I genuinely thought she was wonderful, and very wise and always right.
My Dad had an affair when I was in my teens, and I completely sided with my Mum, and thought her incredibly heroic and brave and 100% innocent.
But, gradually as I went through my Twenties I started seeing my Mum with adult eyes. I began to realise it wasn't quite right that she seemed to almost enjoy it when DH (then DP) and I fell out. I began to realise it wasn't quite healthy that she got so closely involved when my DB argued with his wife.
Slowly, I started to see that my Mum was actually highly dismissive of most people, and that she could be quite a bully. I saw that whilst she always liked plenty of attention and praise, she very rarely could bring herself to praise anyone else, certainly not me.
My Mum never really tried to hide the fact that she didn't like DH. She was always so chilly towards him, and I don't think she even understood how much that upset me. She barely tolerated him, and was actually openly rude towards him many times, enough for other people to notice and comment.
But, she thought she could get away with it because she was my Mum and I thought she was wonderful. But, I had stopped thinking her wonderful and thought she was arrogant and conceited.
When I had my DCs I didn't cope very well, at all, and suffered with PND. Looking back, I realise my Mum didn't feel sad for me, and neither was she that worried about me. I think she actually enjoyed the fact I couldn't cope because it made her feel superior to me. She actively contributed to my illness by always making me feel that I wasn't doing enough for my DCs. She was always questioning if they were warm enough, eating enough, eating the right things, sleeping enough.
As my DCs have grown older she has often undermined me, sided with my DCs against me, tried to get my DCs to lie to me. I feel she competes with me for their attention and love. When she visits she's chilly towards DH, implies the house isn't clean enough and criticises my appearance. She's not really interested in my life, or what I'm doing, but I have to listen to the minutae of her life.
20 years ago, we could have emigrated, but I couldn't bear the thought of leaving my Mum. Today, I would be quite content to only see her once a year. When she leaves I'm relieved to see her go. I see her so clearly now, and I can see that she is often selfish, quite spiteful, petty, conceited and actually not a very nice person, at all.