I feel you. I had to beg for hugs. Like ask for it, and it still holds true.
The last time I saw my mother, and remind you she still is living, it was at my cousin's wedding. We went to his house afterward and before she left she hugged everybody, everybody. Everybody except me.
Now I'm standing less than 15 ft away and she's putting on her coat. I saw her see me when she put on her coat and she put on her coat and was about to walk out the door.
I went up to her, and I hugged her. But I didn't hug her like a son hugs his mother, I hugged her like Michael hugged Fredo. I'm done.
I'm past the Will Smith, "Why don't she love me man?" But I feel that. I do. Now I had some of my father's demons that I had to deal with, but I wasn't a horrible person, I am not a horrible person.
My mother has been at my house Just one time since I got divorced. I had a roommate for 6 years after I got divorced, and after he moved out my mother has been to his house like a dozen times.
I've already decided, I'm going to go to her funeral whenever that is. I'm going to sit in a second to last row, like a guest. I ain't paying for shit. I'm not paying for a damn thing. I ain't sitting in the limo. None of that. I'm done
I probably should talk to her, but I don't know if I want to know the answer and I don't know if she'll be honest. I like to know why she doesn't like me. Why she doesn't call me. She asks my cousin how I'm doing, like my number don't work.
When her final brother passed, it was on my birthday in 2020. My brother called me and said that Sylvester was probably going to die today. I said, say less. I'm on my way. He told me I probably shouldn't come cuz Mom was there.
Fast forward to the next week, I go to his funeral (He had already been cremated), They had a celebration of life and my mother had some friends of hers from work come and she was introducing me all smiles, fake smiles, her usual, "This is my oldest boy" "This is my oldest boy"
Wild shit we had to deal with