I was in the library when I spotted a book titled something like Life Without Mother. With hope for answers I picked it up and started reading the blurb.
The excerpts tell of a woman who was so close with her mother it seemed as though she had lost a part of herself with her mother's death.
I dropped the book and ran home to cry under my doona for the rest of the day. My answers weren’t in that book.
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I haven’t been in contact with my mother for more than a decade now and I mourn greatly for that almost daily. But my mother isn’t dead. Something is broken.
I am not mourning for a person I had and then lost but for something I never had, which every person deserves.
Not because she is a bad person, or because she abandoned me, but because she simply wasn’t able to fill the role of being a mother.
When I was born I spent two months in an NICU 1000km away from my mother, and maybe that has something to do with the lack of connection - but perhaps not, as her relationship to my brother is also similar.
As a child, an adult and a mother the loss is significant. Here’s how I’ve learned to cope:
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