My mother was very cold and mean, and I think the first, best thing I did for myself was to TELL her how I felt, flat-out. Took awhile before I even felt like I had a right to be upset. It didn't always come out right, but the thing is, it came out. I was gradually able to let go of her. I cannot change her, I cannot change my childhood. I can only change the way I react to her (and everything else). I will never have a mother, and I just have to adapt to that. I see that I sort of latch onto motherly people slightly sometimes. It ain't pretty, but I'm more and more able to couch it in humor and lightheartedness, just let it happen without being *ashamed* of my need for mothering. I'm in my 40's now. Life is verrrrry slowly getting better in a lot of ways, as I consciously work on things.