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Re: parents
Back on topic--
My relationship with my mother was less than ideal. At an early age she told me that she had wanted a boy and I would have been called Paul. I cannot recall any hugs and cuddles from my mum. There never was any expression of affection, often disapproval. I didn't lack anything in a material sense - got taken to Manchester twice yearly to be kitted out with the latest fashions. I never had a sister, and because of her lack of affection, I have always found friendships with women difficult. I was so eager to leave home that I married the 1st man who asked.
Over time, I learned more about the difficult childhood she had, so began to understand why she was that way.
I never regarded her as a friend until there came a time when she needed me. I was in my 50s, she in her 80s - and out of a sense of duty only, I spent 2 days a week, staying overnight, in order to do all her shopping, cleaning, and laundry.
During these trips in a period of 2 years , we eventually became friends, leading up to her saying one day "You have had a hard life haven't you"- a profound level of understanding had grown between us at last.
I am glad I had the chance to make friends with her before she died.
There may come a time when your mother says sorry too.
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