Being exiled from my own family and shunned, I had already done a lot of my mourning and grieving. But I was still hit with emotions.
Though I’d like to make it clear, I have no regrets on staying no contact until the end. I don’t know if she was even still conscious by the time I was notified. I know, based on past experience that she can’t be trusted not to hurt me any chance she gets. She enjoyed it. When she realized a nasty comment or one of her tantrums hit the mark, she would get this gleam in her eye and a smirk on her face.
During her 2 attempted waltz back ins and rugsweeps, I thought about what if this is the last chance I have to have contact with her before she died. Due to the past and continued cruel and mean behavior and her disregard for my boundaries, I decided it would be counter to my healing to engage with her.
When I got the news that she died, I felt a little more sadness than I anticipated. I felt the anticipated amount of I wish things had been different and we had a better relationship. But over the years and the many 2nd chances I gave her, I knew I’d done my part. Estrangement only takes one. Forgiveness, if that is what you want to do as a survivor, only takes one. Reconciliation takes two. My mother was unable or unwilling to reconcile.
I knew I would probably feel relief, but it surprised me how much relief I felt. It felt like a weight had been lifted off of my shoulders.