You wrote about your mother: “she looks down on and doesn’t respect others’ misery”- so you wear the healthy-strong-person mask, not wanting to be looked down at and disrespected by her?

“So I guess I have to accept her for who she really is”- I wonder what you mean by this sentence.

As for the first sentence, I don’t care if I’m disrespected or looked down. I just know that isn’t the case. I have explained her the past year several times that it’s not the right thing to compare one’s misery to an other’s. This is just like a coping mechanism, she must’ve learned it in the past and she keeps doing it. She is now obsessed with animals and loves everyone of them unconditionally, purely like he never did with her children. She thinks they are miserable the most, the news the animals that were raped, tortured and left alone to death, etc. I also remember her talking about the miserable lives she hear about, like a children she came across with on the street or things like that. She has an extreme empathy towards animals and innocent people. But then again, when I try to talk about a huge problem in my little world, it’s not relatable for her. That was always the case. I’ll probably try to be understood by her again and again but I don’t know what would happen.

About accepting her for who she really is, I simply meant that maybe I have to accept that she’ll always be like that. She won’t care that much, she would not understand. The fracture about this subject is about my expectations about her and they might not be met, I have to accept that. Thanks again Anita, you’re wonderful.