Today would have been my mother’s 75th birthday, so here’s a quick message of support to anyone who’s had to distance themselves from a loved one: I loved my mother. My mother died six months ago, and I am still grieving — but I have no regrets.
People who have good family relationships will never understand that you can love someone but still be estranged from them. They may assume you’re selfish, lazy, uncaring or plain stupid, and pressure you to reconcile “before it’s too late”.
They don’t understand that “too late” already happened for you, a few times, and that your choice to step away was a life-saving measure.
I will never love anyone more than my mother; she jostles for first-place in my heart with my children (whom she refused to meet). I have no other family.
My mother died six months ago, of COVID, in a care home. It destroyed me. But I have not once regretted my decision to step away.
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More on this: thetimes.co.uk/article/robyn-…
Yet more: linktr.ee/orbyn Keep on truckin’.
Forgot to say, I hadn’t seen my mother since 2017, but her death this April still completely disabled me. I STILL have no regrets other than her pain, which I could not control.
Also, wear a motherfucking MASK.
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