My dsis and I are both going through a difficult time accepting our mother for who she is evolving into as she gets older. As a child I always felt an element of love from her (although on reflection she was not a good mother in so many ways) and this is what I remember, but this has significantly diminished into adulthood I am no longer sure if she even likes me. I feel like she boasts about our achievements to other people but in person, it feels like she is a stranger. Even her political views have pivoted to someone I don’t remember her being before. She doesn’t have dementia or any cognitive issues but she has changed significantly from the person she was in my childhood and is bitter and self centred.
We are both disappointments in terms of how much effort we make with her and she seems to focus more on all of the negatives of her own life than any positives. My sister and I are successful in motherhood and jobs - we are busy women who work hard and invest a lot of time and love into our kids (and each others children). She makes effort with our DC in gifts but not communication - she only ever wants my attention, not theirs.
I resent her. I can’t help it. She feels like a huge albatross around my neck. Tomorrow my children have a lovely day planned for us and I know they have got me gifts as they sweetly laid them out on our dining table for me when they went to bed. I am excited to spend the day with them but I have this feeling of doom lurking over me.. I am expected to visit her at some point. I don’t want to. Dsis and I talk about how we should go through the motions, and it’s not as bad as we think it will be. But it’s emotionally draining and makes me physically itch. I feel like a terrible person - she’s my mum. Shes probably lonely. I can’t connect these feelings to her though.
I went to therapy a few years ago and whilst I thought my anger was mostly about my horrible abusive dad, it turned out a lot of my anger and resentment is with my mum. I don’t know if I am displacing anger anymore onto her. I wasn’t able to address it with her as she can’t handle these types of conversations. We both have no contact with my dad and life is better for it. I was taught about boundaries with my mum and after putting these into place everything has been worse, she resents me even more now for having boundaries
How do you deal with going through the motions with a parent? Can you ever get the unconditional love feelings back once they disappear?