One of the reasons I moved to the UK (in my late 20s)was to find the right distance between me and my parents. I did not, at the time, know why the right distance was more than 5000km.

For all the years while my mother was still alive, I did not do anything for UK Mother’s Day (in March) because ‘she wouldn’t be expecting it’, and did nothing for N.Am Mother’s Day because ‘I wasn’t aware of it’.

Mentioned this to therapist. And into the little silence at the end, added ‘now you’re going to ask me if I think this is significant’.

Mother’s Day. Not one of the good Days.

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