I get this, my parents were incredibly violent to each other and to me and my siblings, my mothers response to her being abused by my father was to be unbelievably cruel to us kids. I honestly can't say I love my mother, I have a sense of loyalty to her and I recognise the hardships she faced but at every turn she was hurtful and unkind to me and I can't say I love her. I keep loosely in touch and I do wish I had the kind of mother/daughter relationship my friends have - I am deeply saddened that I never had her care for me but I'm adjusting to that in therapy.So I take her with a grain of salt and though she is my mother and I love her and honor the maternal bond... I do not like her very much. Nor do I allow much time for her to physically be around me even though she is only a mile away.
Most of our "relationship" is by phone check in's or a very short visit. I never go over there anymore unless I am on my way somewhere else.
Society puts such a lot of expectations on family relationships. Mothers are supposed to protect their children, children are supposed to love and honour their parents but sometimes it just doesn't work that way. It's Mothering Sunday in the UK, I can't tell you how much I hate this day.