Anonymous wrote:I also wish we could be friends in real life. This describes my 86 year-old mother to a T. To make matters worse, she has for a sick diad with my brother who has become a pathetic husband substitute for her whom she pumps up on Facebook to enhance a fake presentation of supportive "motherness". She has been a terrible grandmother throughout and now my kids are almost 18. I am so sad and angry all the time about it. I don't talk about this with anyone because it is so so odd and alienating.
But it's not that odd, really. People just don't discuss it.
I openly tell people (when it comes up) that my mother isn't a very nice person and isn't interested in her grandkids. And I tell people we're not close. Because I don't have anything to hide. I didn't do anything wrong. It's just how life turned out in this one aspect. It's amazing how many people have their own stories to share. Keeping it bottled up is toxic. See "I am so sad and angry all the time about it."
I'm not saying I never feel sad. I do. Usually when I see someone with a genuine close relationship with their mother. But I don't feel angry ever. And most of the time, I look at all the positives I have in my life (many).