As soon as I had my first and my mum was there, holding my hand and rubbing my gas filled post partum tummy, all the slights I Had previously felt before baby just fell away. Yes, she was a money burning, drama seeking alcoholic for parts of my childhood but then again her mum committed suicide when she was 11, my dad had a horrific stroke when we were small and she was just 35 with 3 kids and a mortgage. She did the best she could and yes she messed up some of it, but when I needed her, she was there. I might have done what Jack has done and criticised her openly, but only in my early twenties and before kids. Having my own really did open my eyes. Jack hasn’t endured half of what most of us have, it’s a shame someone with such a stable childhood seems to feel so wrong done by.