I phoned my mother recently. She is a very nice caring lady but for some reason we rarely speak. I guess our history is long and complicated, I was told as a child she was my sister and my nan was my mum, although I think underneath I knew the truth.
It’s amazing how flexible and understanding children can be, I just accepted theses strange truths as my norm.
Why I don’t speak much to my mother is just due to lack of time…something I really should rectify