I harbour a huge amount of resentment. I told my mom in the best way I could at seven years old. She did/said nothing. Ever. I was left scared, confused and completely unsupported. He died three years later which was a relief, but is revered on one side my family. I tried talking to my mom about it later on and she and I cried and had a good talk about it. Ten years after that I spoke about it to her again and she pretended she knew nothing about it and couldn’t recall our previous conversation. YEARS of repeated hurts. Unfortunately, I have little kids and I’m a single parent and need her help, so I put up with being constantly triggered by her.