I can empathize Jill.
As for me, once I got away from my very very abusive mother, I stayed away. I have a vague notion of where she exists in this world but not many details beyond that.
I try not to talk about my relationship with her to people who have no idea the position I am. I have been judged and literally called an ungrateful brat. Once a lady once asked me what I was doing for mother's day. I simply told her I was estranged from my mom. She got very upset and told me I should be ashamed because it was obvious my mom struggled for me. Man, those things really hurt and make me very wary to share about my childhood pain and abuse when so many people over-emphasize the respect that should somehow magically be granted to biological parents.
I guess what I'm trying to say in a very long-winded way, is that I'm glad you brought up the topic. Sorry to hear though, that this is weighing heavily in your life
I don't plan to resume contact with my mother. I'd like to say I've made my peace with it but I haven't. I've worked on it a bit in therapy and my T knows more about my situation than random ladies who judge me without facts. And my T said that toxic relationships are bad and the one with my mom is very toxic. Even if she changed, there's still too many unresolved issues, emotions, and feelings that I wouldn't be able to emotionally handle being in a relationship with her. And I understand that. I don't ever feel sinful, personally, about not honoring her. But I am thankful to be alive and able to know and have the courage to work through this with therapy.
I don't have kids, but my sis tried to let hers have a relationship with our mom and she just ended up abusing them too. Which showed us that dear mother had not changed at all and had no interest in changing.
It sucks not having parents though. I really want them, good ones that is.
I just imagine I'll go on and keeping trying to work it out, and perhaps one day 20 or 30 years from now, I'll wonder to myself if she's gone. Would I take the time off, yes; I'd take it for me.
My father has actually already passed away, so on father's day, I treat myself to something soothing. A manicure, warm bath, new outfit. I do it for me, to nurture myself when the world seems focused on fathers.
But for now, with my mom, I'm in the process of letting go. And I've been letting go for 12 years...