I've been reading and contributing to the recent toxic parents/in-laws threads here and in AIBU.
Thishasreallyhurtme's two threads about her MIL got me thinking, and talking, to DH about our own, now deceased mothers, who were definitely what you might call toxic parents.
My own mother, who died of cancer five years ago aged 60, found it impossible to have grown-up relationships with anyone, least of all me. She'd had a dreadful childhood and it wouldn't take a psychologist to see how her many problems stemmed from that.
She was jealous of me, and angry because I chose to go my own way in life rather than be dependent on her and my father.
We had some major fallings-out but never sat down and discussed the reasons and tried to find resolutions..by the time I'd gained enough self-confidence as an adult to perhaps think about doing that, she was very ill with cancer.
Her terminal illness and death was, as you can imagine, dreadful. She fought the inevitable until the end. I'd had information from the hospital which neither she nor my father knew about how long she had left - although she did know she was terminally ill.
After she died I had recurrent nightmares where she was alive again, but I knew she was going to die, and in the dreams I couldn't puzzle out how she was still alive yet was still going to die - but only I knew this and she didn't.
These dreams had gone away, or so I thought, until this weekend. On Saturday I dreamt she was alive but going to die; on Sunday I dreamt she was alive, but this time I poured out all I thought was wrong with our relationship - how she couldn't have grown-up relationships etc.
I can't remember how she reacted in the dream.
I thought I'd come to terms with my relationship with her. She'd been ill for several years before she died, so it would have been inappropriate to try to have frank discussions when she was so ill, but these sort of things clearly don't end when someone who caused you misery passes away.
One of the saddest things is that she was a great mother in many ways and I have to make a conscious effort to remember all the good things she did as a mother rather than the negative ones.
Has anyone else experienced anything similar? Have you resolved it, or does it never go away?