I am so sorry to hear about your mother. My mother was also an immigrant. I never made her happy. She called me wasteful and ungrateful. I was a girl and therefor useless to her. I left home the day before my 18th birthday if only to save myself. She was in her soul a very sad person. I wish I had treated her with more compassion but she was so bitter and spiteful that there was just no way to make her happy. Her american dream ended up with her drunk every night passed out in a chair. With many years of insight I can see she knew no other way to be. 19 years ago she passed out when she was smoking and burned herself to death. I know now that was the only way it could have ended. Be kind to yourself, if only because your mother can not. Peace be with you.
Susan 3000 (28-02-08)
I am so sorry to hear about your mother. My mother was also an immigrant. I never made her happy. She called me wasteful and ungrateful. I was a girl and therefor useless to her. I left home the day before my 18th birthday if only to save myself. She was in her soul a very sad person. I wish I had treated her with more compassion but she was so bitter and spiteful that there was just no way to make her happy. Her american dream ended up with her drunk every night passed out in a chair. With many years of insight I can see she knew no other way to be. 19 years ago she passed out when she was smoking and burned herself to death. I know now that was the only way it could have ended. Be kind to yourself, if only because your mother can not. Peace be with you.