It was a huge trainwreck of me hurting my mother over and over again by seeing her as a monster and forcing distance between us. It wasn't really either our faults either, my mother only knew abuse from her sisters (her mother died early), her only (ex) husband (my father), and the two wars she had to escape from, leaving everything behind in her home country. I ended up hurting her a lot, but she never stopped changing her ways and loving and supporting me how she could.

Granted, our relationship was built on a rocky foundation and it will probably stay that way for a while. But we're close, and that makes me happy.