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I get along fine now with my mum. I love her. I do care about her but I'm don't feel a huge connection to her. I don't feel the need to see her often. She only lives 20 mins away but I don't visit much. She doesn't visit me.
I think it's some sort of impasse where we both think it's the other ones responsibility to visit (more so to see her grandkids)
But we chat by text and I'll call a few times a week.
She often says things like 'I used to walk 4 miles with you in the pram, through the rain, to go see my mum'
Her mum, my nana, was wonderful, I loved her alot and miss her (she's passed)
She 'saved' me alot of times and I spent alot of time with her.
I think the lack of a deep connection is due to my childhood.
From the outside all was well. I did well at school. Was a good kid. We weren't well off but always had nice things, nice holidays, the latest toys, gadgets, pets. We were spoiled... Materialistically.
My dad was away alot. Working or doing some hobby that would last all day.
My mum struggled. I think she had MH issues.
She hit me. With her open hand. A hairbrush. A clothes hanger.
She dragged me by my hair. I remember her spitting at me.
She bit me once.
Strangled me.
Covered my mouth with one hand whilst she pinched my nose with the other. Cutting off my air completly.
I struggle because now, with her grandkids if one of us even tells our kids of verbally she will berate us and say 'leave them alone, they're just kids' etc
Yet I would have got. A beating for much less.
I remember being terrified of her bathing me because I was sure she would drown me whilst she rinsed my hair.
Writing all this down makes me think I should HATE her. But I dont.
I just feel quite apathetic towards her.
I tried to bring it up once and it didn't go well. This was about 10 years ago. She physically attacked me.
She's much older now. And quite poorly.
She is very nice and generous. And we rarely argue these days.
It's just alot to get my head around when I think of my childhood and look at my own kids now.
I lost it ONCE when my son was smaller. I saw myself in my mother and that was the last time it ever happened.
Why didn't she see the fault in herself? Stop herself?
Why can she be the grandmother they need but not the mother to me?