After 3 years of being truthful with her regarding myself, and her continual insistence that anything wrong with me (general overwhelmedness/busy-ness/lack of hanging out with her) is because I made a poor choice in my life to be myself, I think it's time to accept that the close relationship I always had with her is over.
It hurts, in some ways, but in another way I feel a huge sense of relief to let go of this fight for her support and unconditional love. I'm really ready to let go of the horrible hurt inside that comes from looking at her and her actions and words and going "what happened to the mum I've always known???" Of course, she's probably looking at me saying the same thing.... the difference is that I view her as intolerant, biased and disloyal. Never thought I'd feel this way about my own mum but there it is. She views me as "choosing" to live a complicated life. Shame on me.
Well, guess what Mum? You made it a heluva lot more complicated by making me feel like you have with your ways of constantly guilting me and always managing to find heaps of other people to help out when I was the one who told you (and you saw with your own eyes) how much help I needed.
//bit teary just writing it down as it seems to cement it somehow.