I've just logged on and read all your replies. With all your similar stories and kind thoughts it has brought tears to my eyes.
I've never had a good relationship with mum from the time I was born. When I was born mum wanted nothing to do with me. She refused to touch me. When dad went off to work she would leave me in the laundry all day which is seperate from the house until dad found out and put a stop to it. Looking back at it I think she was suffering from Post Natal Depression. I used to quake with fear because of the beatings we would get for the smallest misdeamanors. She did it all so that we would be perfect JW children of course. I used to dread doing anything because I didn't know how she was going to react. When I was a teen she told me how much she had hated me as a child and it broke my heart.
I just wanted a mum who loved and adored me and hugged me and kissed me. Who reassured me and supported me and encouraged me. It's been 30 years and I still haven't come to terms with it. I just feel like I missed out and its killing me.