It must be really hard to let go of your mother, Bettyanne...
it was never fair for you.
I hope at some point you'll be able to let her go.
She's had her run -- 100 years! -- so if you got some of those longevity genes,
maybe you'll have a couple decades for thoughts that make you feel happier.
I remember being so obsessed with my mother, how she wasn't motherly or warm or affectionate, and was so manipulative and dominating, for decades. Looking back, I wish I could have released her to the past and freed up my mind for better things.
But it just took me the time it took, so I sympathize with where you're stuck. In my case, I wasn't really free of her until I forgave her. I learned a few years before she died that her father abused his daughters. She was both broken and hollow and eventually, I stopped wishing for something from her that she didn't have to give. It helped when I would start down my same old narrative, and stop myself, and deliberately think of her as a little girl in a sick family. Then a held-back tide of compassion came up through me for her as a child. She did do me a lot of damage, but that started in her own damage, which was not her fault.
It was a huge relief. Brought me peace.
hugs
Hops