Les, take the strength of all of us with you when you visit your Nmom. It helped me the last time I had to pay my penance!
I think these old girls have to put us down, because then they are always superior, in their sick eyes. I have noticed from some comments that nm has made lately, that she was jealous of the time I would spend with my dad, and she clearly was and still is competitive, even though I am not. They always have to be The Best, even if it is their own daughter who they are fighting. Heaven help us if we even begin to shine nearly as bright in any way, shape or form. What sick little minds they have. But, it is about Control, as well. If they make us feel small, put us in our place by their cutting words or worse, by not acknowledging us at all, then they are still The Queen, and that is all that matters to them. We are food for their sickness. They feed on us, suck our energy, suck out our very life force. They are energy vampires. Geeeze, I'm getting on a bit of a rant, here, aren't I? I'm trying to support you as you prepare for your Penance, and I get so angry that we have to go through this pain at all. I think that we are trying so hard to do the right thing, but, dang, it is hard to keep it up all these years. We deserve some peace, and we deserve to be able to follow our own spirit for a change - why does that seem like such a dream?
I'm not going for three days, only two, so I'll be here when you get back from your visit, if you need to vent, or worse, if she hits you with something from left field, as always seems to happen to me. Thanks to you, I'm not heading out until early Sat am! Broke the news to her last night, and felt like quite the rebel. And I played the 'fibromyalgia' and 'fear of cancer coming back if my immune systems gets low' cards.... couldn't have done it without you!
So, please know that we are all in this together, and take some strength with you, as will I.
(and remember those wise words : I don't give a flying f!)

Update:
Les, Seeker, et al -
it is morning, and nm just phoned to make sure I am all right, she is worried about my health, now, and blah blah blah. The worst part is that she sounded caring, but then I realized that is impossible, that she is 'playing' the caring mother (already told her friend about my ill health, etc.. got sympathy, stroking, nfood), so I didn't say much, but reassured her that I would be coming to see her, nonetheless. Oh this rollercoaster ride. My eyes puddled once again, for the mother I will never have - the grieving just goes on and on, even though the nparent is still alive.
* and tigerlily,
I think of you often, for your pain will end now, with the passing of your nmother. I hope it brings you some comfort knowing you are off the rollercoaster ride and free to be 'you'.