I'll try to condense this. Just feeling emotional about my mum and not really looking for answers as such maybe solidarity, other people's experiences, support, to vent?
I'm early 30sF, raising young children, challenging professional career, mum is 70 and my parents still together.
Mum is (I believe) an emotionally damaged person - endured abandonment, neglect and emotional/physical abuse as a child and sadly this has shaped her entire life. I also do wonder if she could be autistic, hard to separate. She is needy/dependent, anxious, obsessive, ritualistic, pessimistic, has a completely external locus of control, and hasn't worked or done much of anything in decades due to her mixed mental and physical health problems. She could never play and has always struggled with playfulness/humour etc. She doesn't help herself with her problems, she retreats from challenges and relies on others. She has never really been able to have friends and has struggled with all relationships throughout life.
I know almost every detail of her life, because from as early as I can remember I was her therapist. I have always concealed my own sorrows/ difficulties from her, since a very young age I've known she's not up to dealing with my stuff.
When I was growing up she could be mad, like crazy scary mad. It wasn't all the time but regular enough to have an impact. She would have these paranoid obsessions over what she perceived to be slights and she would go on screaming tirades and I would have to calm her and sympathise with her and reason with her. Sometimes she would rant for days. I had too much responsibility for her, I remember feeling responsible for calming her down, responsible for stopping her from harming herself, responsible for keeping my parents marriage together, responsible for being the perfect daughter etc. I can't even face up to how I feel about my Dad leaving me to deal with her or why he did next to nothing about this. I think he didn't know what to do. I almost need my relationship with my Dad to be simple and okay - currently it's not what's on my mind but I'm just addressing it as I know people reading this will be thinking "and what about Dad?", not unreasonably.
Mum said some very cruel things to me when she felt I was disloyal along the lines I'm cruel, I'm selfish, I'm a schemer etc. She never did this in a cold or calculating way, but when at the height of her emotional crises. I now realise, more like a toddler saying mean things to their mum. Nevertheless I was a child and she was my mum - so these comments have quite literally played on my mind for years and I believe caused me many emotional problems over the years.
Things like Christmas I always found v stressful because of her drama. I would hate the holidays and found refuge in school. At times I'd fantasise she would go away, or die, so I wouldn't have to deal with all her raging and screaming. Her issues... Spoiled a lot of my childhood. There were some good times too, family games, shared interests. I've always been of central importance in her life, really her only friend so the one thing I'd say is never felt "unloved" but maybe unseen.
Anyway, 2 things happened - I grew up and moved out at uni and never moved back. She also got older and just, got less crazy? It's like the screaming, mad side of her burned out; but the dependent, helpless and weak side is all that's left. She doesn't even really do anything bad or offensive anymore which leaves me feeling so unreasonable.
After I had my first baby it triggered this huge reflection in me about motherhood and I went through a phase of very very consumed with going over old memories, bitter resentment and almost hatred.
But all along I have always also pitied her. I never confronted her, I know it would be pointless and she would be pathetic about it and I would just wind up feeling ashamed. Even though I've made her sound so awful I couldn't bear to break her heart. She can be sweet and caring, almost suffocatingly so at times. She's always been very interested in me, provided for me and I believe she does love me very much, she just can't be more than who she is. I now believe she has done her very best for me, she didn't do it on purpose and I pity her very deeply - but it doesn't change that she hurt me or that I can't, I guess, respect her? Love her as I should? But I do love her also! I'm so confused.
I'm so outrageously jealous of people who just have capable mothers who actually mother them, not the other way round. Because of my young children I go to groups etc and I meet the other grandmother's and the envy I feel is something else. I just want a mum who sees and understands me and isn't all about her own issues. Even the way she is with my children sometimes gives me the creeps, I can't explain why. It's like she loves them but she wants to feed off them. And I work with a lot of brilliant women in their 50s, 60s etc and so often I think God I just wish you were my mum.
Well, now she is frail, she is suffering. It's a mix of physical health problems and her choosing (not quite the right word) to deal with them in the least constructive way possible. As in - something becomes uncomfortable she stops doing it or even trying to do it. She has become preoccupied with her pointless and consuming daily health-adjacent rituals. She restricts her eating and is thin and frail partly as a result of this also. She has no life, doesn't leave the house. Functionally this is obviously terrible and it's like she's 90 years old.
I feel like I've already cared enough for a lifetime and all that's left is resentment? I resent her for being old and weak, yet again not the mother or grandmother I long for. But it's not her fault she's ill and she is suffering! I don't want her to suffer.
My fit and healthy Dad too busy caring for her to be involved in my life or enjoy his retirement. I have this awful admission that sometimes I fantasise about her death. This makes me feel like an awful person, like all the worst things she said to me when I was a child are completely true. I am cruel, I am disloyal and selfish. I fear that one day, possibly one day soon, she will die and the guilt and conflict I'll feel is going to completely fuck me up. And there is much I do love about her, I do love her and I won't appreciate how much I do, until she's gone and it's too late.
Can anyone relate? I literally can't afford to go to therapy right now I'm broke but I also don't even know what I would seek to get out of it. I can't change who she is. I had come to peace thinking "this is what she's like, I accept that she is herself traumatised and tried her best" and then something triggers me (I have been triggered by a friend losing their mother unexpectedly and them being really devastated because she's so wonderful / so important to them etc and I'm thinking - Jesus Christ what am I going to say at my mother's funeral?).
Aggh! Sorry this is such a confused ramble