I am glad my mother is dead. She failed me in every way a parent could fail a child. All along the way I forgave her. She became very sick last year. Our relationship I “thought” was better. This last round of her being sick, I tried to have the “let’s make peace” conversation. She said everything was ok. I’ve spent the last 3 weeks at her bed side as if our world had been perfect. I was so wrong. In her will she stated some very untrue hateful things. Her malicious spirit had her last word. I’ve wrecked my finances to take care of her and be there even though she has NEVER been there for me. I was ok with everything until that will reading. How can you treat a child as you treated me and not have the balls to face me? There is a large age gap between me and my siblings. The mother they knew was not mine. They all seem to think I am a b**** because I’ve never bothered giving them the truth about there precious mother. I gave her that. In the last 14 years that I’ve lived away from them all I have always been the one to visit. In that entire time, my siblings visited me once, and my mother 4 times. My family is such s*** because she made it that way. At least I know that she can’t hurt me again.
