She idolised the brother I haven’t seen for 40 years. Here’s the thing - loving my daughter so much makes it impossible to understand why my mother was so cold and unloving. We knew poverty like no one today will ever know, but we did it! I was so lucky later to marry Steve, who was a wonderful step-dad to my daughter and whom I greatly miss. I brought her up as a single mother, with no input from the ‘father’, or ‘ sperm donor’ as I call him. My first husband was abusive, but, not believing anyone could ever want me, I was so grateful to him - until he abused my daughter and we left. I am almost 80, a widow and the mother of a wonderful daughter of 49, who I love dearly and of whom I am incredibly proud. I’m struggling at the moment and your wisdom would be very much appreciated.
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