All most of us ever wanted was for the abuse to stop -- just stop treating us this way -- just stop. If you don't love us, okay, but stop the abuse. Unfortunately, most of the time it never stops; in fact it becomes worse, manifesting into a lifetime of dysfunction and unfullfillment. The link I referenced above is sure on the money as far as I am concerned. There is a lot of myth surrounding the concept of forgiveness.
Stopping the abuse one way or another is a matter of survival. Now, if you can find a way to have a relationship with your Nparent and also stop the abuse, hey, go for it -- you are a miracle worker. If you are interested in a superficial, shallow and perfunctory relationship with your flesh and blood mother, you're a better ACON than I am gunga din. To me, that is more wasted time. We shall pass this way but once, and as far as I am concerned, I wasted half of it on a lost cause.
I think it is arrogant to think any of us has the power to "forgive" someone their sins. If you want to call trying to put a wasted life behind us and go on with what is left and make the most of it - if you want to call that forgiveness, then that is the direction I think I need to head. I know forgiveness brings peace to the soul (not absolution to the abuser) but I don't know what that feels like, except I don't wish her harm or anything negative. I only wish to never be abused by her again and I wish to protect and take care of myself. I have no desire to ever see her again, alive or dead. If I burned my hand on a hot pan, I would not keep picking that pan back up -- I would stop the heat. I don't care for superficial relationships with family members. I think it smacks of low degree and somehow feels dirty, not to mention what a waste of even more time. There is a whole world of wonderful people out there and a minimal amount of time to enjoy life with them. I feel very envious when I see adults with their familes all enjoying and loving one another. That is how it should be. You should be able to relax and be yourself around your mother -- you should be able to tell her anything and feel the comfort from a mother's nurturing love no matter what your age. If she does not want to give it to you, what is the relationship for?
I am not trying to be a hard ass, but I am not a saint either and it's way too late to turn hypocrite. I am real and I am passionate -- when I hurt, I bleed, I cry, I mourn, I grieve -- I'm not going to be fake and wave a forgiving hand over someone's head. Tsk, tsk. Like Red in Shawshank Redemption said -- we need to "get busy living or get busy dying."