Ditto.
If you put my mother's life story and my life story side by side they would be totally different. She was the long suffering mother, I was the abusive daughter.
Often, I wonder if my mother is on "the other side" poisoning minds over there. When it's my time to go, will I be met by a whole bunch of family members who absolutely hate me.
Don't think that I don't think about this from time to time.
This hit home with me. Half the time I worry more about what the random people think than what my dad thinks. I'm sure he's poisoned more than few minds against me because I'm not there to defend myself. Happy to move past that though, and not have to defend myself as a good person any longer... .at least to anyone I give a crap about.