I’m struggling with mine because it’s reflecting back what I’ve said and is critical of the things my mother said, but of course it’s seeing things through my lens, how I’ve interpreted her words - it and I will never know why she said those things or her mental health at the time - I’m
aware that in the last few years I’ve really struggled with reconciling my feeling that my mother was loving with my new reality that she thought she really loved me but actually she may have undermined me in ways i didn’t recognise till i was in my late 50s