I wish my mother had your level of self awareness. But then if she did, she wouldn’t have been the one to estrange ME. I’m in your position, except I’m the daughter.

It’s a pity, but I doubt my mother feels unconditional love for me. She pretends I don’t exist. It really hurts. I’m open to reconciliation, but she’s made it clear she doesn’t want to reach out to me, and I won’t accept her abuse anymore. I have my boundaries and if she wants to reconcile she’ll have to accept those boundaries (namely that I’m an adult individual and I may make choices she doesn’t agree with and that’s OK). But I won’t let her hurt me anymore.