My mother was physically, mentally, emotionally abusive growing up. Instead of lifting me up she would tear me down. She tore my family apart, didnt grow up with my sister for a good part of my youth cause she lived with cousins. Dad was gonna divorce but there was a good chance I would've went to her fulltime and he didnt want to chance that, so stuck through it. He's still miserable to this day. Moved out at 18 because of her and didnt talk for years. Began to talk when I got engaged, and admitted her parenting faults when I got divorced. Now we talk but after 30 mins, I cant stand her. Thinks she knows it all and loves to argue for the sake of arguing. She can be completely wrong and will argue to the death. You have one difference of opinion and she feels "attacked" Everyone in the family believes she has a chemical imbalance but she wont admit it or seek help. Even her own mother says she has ssues. So yeah, I basically just tolerate her. I've even questioned myself, and wondered if I would shed a tear when her time comes. Honestly I dont know. On the other hand, when my dad passes I know I'll be a mess.
This really hits close to home. I had never thought much about it, but one time my little sister (about 8 at the time) asked me if I thought life would be easier if our Mom was dead. That ripped my heart out that my innocent little sis had those thoughts.
How I would feel when the time would come plagued me until it came. I was sad for obvious reasons, but I was mostly sad for the future we could have had if she had not died and somehow miraculously changed. Then the thought jumps in that she wouldn't have, and I move on. When my Grandpa (he raised me half of the time) died, I was a wreck. I experienced true grief with him, and with my Mom, I did not.