Same for me. Detachment, though painful, was the only way for me. I don't like my Mother. It almost seems sinful to say i but try as i may, i simply can't be around her for any length of time without thinking about that scared little boy that she 'wished she had strangled at birth'. I still hurt and am not yet able to forgive.
But she knows that i am sober and the last time i saw her she looked upon a sober man with his head held high.
And i hugged her.
And i guess it was goodbye then.....