Since I was three/four years old my parents have been split up. I always stayed with my father primarily, but every other weekend I went to my mother's two bedroom small apartment. If I'm being honest I hated that place she got a dog that shed like crazy and it coated the floors no matter how hard you tried to clean it, and I had to share a room with my older brother who I thought to be mean. Also it was just small and my mother couldn't cook for the life of her. However I never realized how hard she was trying when I was younger and screamed I hated her and wished she was dead when I was six. I blamed my father's hate towards me on her, I blamed the divorce on her, I even blamed my school status on her. I regret it so much, looking back on the beautiful times I had like playing hours of Lego Batman 1 with her before she bought any furniture or her cooking sprinkle pancakes on Easter etc. I just feel like it's too late to remake a relationship with her. The only bad things she did was treat me like I was four until I was 12 and still does and she was a compulsive liar and she acts emotionally underdeveloped. But I now realize the beauty of her trying, idk if I can forgive her for some stuff but I miss my mom
(P.S she is moving away to another state soon)