Hegs - thanks.
I'm well and truly over all the negative feelings I used to have about my mum. For a long time, I was just plain scared of her, particularly when she would just lose it and leave home. But now I understand why she did those things, and that it wasn't her 'fault'. She just couldn't help it and had no way to express how she was feeling.
For so many years, I longed for a 'normal' mum - one who wouldn't scream and shout; one who would let me take friends home; one who reacted normally to requests to take a potato into school for an experiment, for instance! But I wouldn't actually change a thing about my mum even if I could now. She's a funny old thing in many ways (and not actually that old, either!), but her heart is absolutely in the right place. And I have learnt a LOT about myself and relationships and how fragile things can become since we started to sort things out.
And she's now so much better, even though she still suffers from clinical depression. Her glass will always be half empty (at least!), hence comments like me being destined to be a terrible mother. But I love her to bits, as does my dad.
Mr Caramel is totally wonderful, and very very good at handling me when I have my 'moments'. Although he finds my mum very hard work (and she still can be at times!), he does appreciate that much of it is due to her illness, and I think this has made him aware of how fragile a balance we strike most of the time.
As long as I still let him go running every day, he will do whatever he can to help (as long as it's not tidying up, and as long as I don't actually appear to be nagging! Best to let him think he's had the idea himself!)
It's good that you got offered help, Hegs, and fantastic that you didn't actually need it. It's reassuring to hear that these difficulties are genuinely acknowledged and accepted these days. Many of my mum's insecurities about her parenting abilities stem from the fact that, after I was born, she was made to feel a freak for the fact that she couldn't cope. She used to bang her head against the wall repeatedly until she bled to stop herself from hurting me when I screamed and screamed and screamed (was a very scream-y baby, apparently), and yet she was made to feel it was *her* fault that I cried. She was told it was because I was 'picking up' on her insecurities. Her own mother even got one of my mum's neighbours to call the NSPCC and report my mum's screaming and my crying!
It makes me very sad to think about how my mum had to suffer... Thank God none of us will be subjected to prejudices like that.
Sorry - bit of an off-topic rant.
Apologies!