Donna Frazier Glynn

“It was like my mom had two sides—she gave me birthday parties, sometimes she came to events at school—she could even be nice to my friends. But then she had this other side. . . .”

Their mothers tore them down, competed with them, icily ignored them, took credit for their achievements, failed to protect them, or even abused them.

But I’ll tell you, I sure didn’t get to feel safe around her—there was no real bond or kindness. . . . I never felt important to her. I was just something she had to deal with when it suited her.

It rarely occurs to them that their mothers were not loving, or even, in extreme cases, that they were malevolent. That’s too hard to admit, and allowing in that possibility produces acute anxiety in children, whose survival is so closely tied to their vital caretaker. It’s far safer for a child to believe that “if there’s something wrong between us, it’s because there’s something wrong with me.”

I looked for the sunniest spot I could find, but you know it was the damnedest thing—it sure looked like the sun and it was bright like the sun, but there was absolutely no warmth coming from it. And this wave of sadness came over me—the sun was just like my mother.

• Feel responsible for the happiness of everyone but yourself?

• Believe that you must protect her, even from the knowledge that she’s hurting you?

• Demean or criticize you?

• Try to upstage you?

• Treat you as if you’re incapable of making your own decisions?