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Dear One,
Lessons of this kind are among the most difficult to integrate. Congratulations!
I hated my mother for many years and even though I got past the hate years ago I was only able to Love her recently.
That used to confuse me because I felt Love for everyone except her now I understand it was because the pain was so personal. She was my last challenge.
Love & Peace
BeLynn

Wow, that word you use, “hate”, it seems so powerful and negative.

After reading your profile, I see that your dislike hasn't lasted a good part of your life.  You are fortunate.  Had you ever considered, maybe your Mother's role was to bring you into this life and others, or your experiences, where to happen to create who you are today?  I don't believe a Mother wants, in her soul, to leave her child unless she feels her soul is some how dying from what she is experiencing.

Let me share the life you could have had instead.  You could have had a Mother, such as mine, who was very unhappy with my father after 6 months (she was already pregnant with me, probably from the honeymoon) of marriage.  My Father always said he married her for her legs, she was a model.  She stayed with him for 16 years and another child, (2 years younger than me), later.  We never saw them hug, kiss, only “posing” as a family of love for the Christmas photo.  Then you could have grown up to enter therapy freshman year of college, knowing that your life is bizarre, you have butterflies in your stomach constantly and for some reason, you throw up. 
Fast forward, after therapy, defined your Mother as sociopath, (I believe she had childhood tendancies, but after being with my father, she manifested full blown, a true DSM diagnosis, with EVERY indicator, not 2 or 3 as is normal, but ALL of them), and Father, a functioning, alcoholic (making great money, unavailable and locked in the library, probably drinking to cope with being married to a crazy woman). 
Time pasts and you begin to understand, adults do the best job they can with the skills they have, or don't have, at the time.  Weirdly enough, I was loved by my Mother, since she was a “stage Mom” and I wanted to be a prima ballerina, her devotion was meeting her needs with her daughter getting all the accolades, being an overachiever, and building my self-esteem to the hilt. 
Now that I'm 45 years old, I have let go of my Mother, (grieved her, because I didn't get the Mother I thought I wanted for this lifetime) because she will not acknowledge her sickness, it's the rest of the world's fault I'm like this.  She's been arrested many times and done a wonderful job of being a first class, white collar crimes 'con artist'.  Too bad, because she is a MENSA genius,  she could have directed that energy in a more positive fashion.  My Father, dead, at 69 years old from the toll alcohol, kidney failure and cancer, took over his body.
I now know, I was meant to be in this family to understand dysfunction, how it works, how is plays out in a family, how it warps your ideas of the Cleaver family, because you'll have no shot at being that, so where do I go?  I learned compassion, empathy, caring and sharing with others.  None of us grows up perfect, if people say they do, wonder, something is wrong, or this person just loves sailing down the “de”Nile river.
I have come to terms with this glorious life I've been given.  I was granted many opportunities to grow up wealthy to see so much pain in my family, and my friend's families that surrounded me to realize money is not the quest, it doesn't make you happy, no matter how much.  Many of my friends got the new beemer or the porsche for their 16th birthday only to party on coke, qualudes or alcohol, flipping it, flying off a cliff into the ocean with a carload of their friends, or committing suicide because no on was available to hear their cry. I'm grateful I got that message early in life, so as not to waste time groveling and trying to acquire “things” and the outside trappings of you are ok, because you look good.  Damn well knowing there's a gaping hole inside, but I have the right purse and shoes that match.
This is the early life you could have had.  You are blessed.  Be grateful.
Now, those are the kids lives I touch because for some reason, they had no one listening, or the someone that was there to listen, didn't understand, didn't have the tools, or hear the message they were trying to send.
I have a wonderful life…with a husband of 16 years, we've known each other for 20, a loving home, we talk issues and “discuss” quite often, he, too, had the opportunity to come from a crazy family.  We understand each other and the challenges we've gone through.  As adults, we have consciously chosen the life we want to share.  I have done the work I needed to…to move on, process, forgive, love and let go.  It's been challenging at times, throughout the years, my Mother keeps resurfacing with some shenanigan, has stolen my money, out of my bank accounts, forged my checks when she came to visit in my home, opened up numerous credit cards in my name and spent to high heaven, impersonated me, identity theft, interfered with the sale of my home because she reported to the sheriff that I had stolen property in it.  Luckily at the time, I had gone through the full adademy, had 3.5 years of time under my belt volunteering for the largest sheriff's department in the country, they'd done my background check, a psych eval on me, I was an officer in my patrol unit, and was a stellar, exemplary, patrol deputy and background unit investigator, so she had no leg to stand on with that one; and I consistently had to tell the cops that called me, no, I will not rescue her, do a psych eval, she's a sociopath.  She needs to be in treatment for a very long time.
Kimberly, I know what pain you must have felt, because I too have felt a similiar pain.  We just lived it differently.  Our Moms are human and have their own demons and foibles to deal with for this lifetime.  At least you have a Mom to establish a relationship with, if you choose…peace be with you (and no, I wasn't raised Catholic).

Bless your heart.  Thanks for sharing this one.

I remember looking for (kind of) my other father some years ago.  I found out that he is well and writing and fishing, things i also enjoy.  So i left it at that.  Didn't know what to say to him, after 45 years.