I was lucky (OOPS! fortunate) that for the most part, my Mom was pretty stable and loving. She used to play games with me after supper, like Parcheesi and Monopoly. Occasionally she'd freak out when I was a teenager because I wasn't spiritual enough.
What aggravates the piss life out of me, though, is how clueless about life she is. She lived her whole life in a sheltered JW Stepford wife bubble. She greeted Dad at the door in her gingham apron, had dinner ready, and sat modestly at the Hall. She has no idea what I'm talking to her about, when I tell her work is really stressful, lots of overtime, etc. No clue what it's like at all, to work and earn a living. To pay a mortgage, or make a car payment.
I too, wonder what she could've been, what talents she might have displayed if she'd done more with herself than cook, sew and pioneer. Not that I'm saying every wife should have a job outside the home, but I do wish she could have developed herself more, enjoyed dabbling in her talents and interests, if she hadn't lived in this little witness wife cage. Well, now she's a sweet little old lady and I do love her anyway. Sad, tho.