oh, hell. I'm sorry Liz.
Mother would be howling with laughter at the irony of all this. She and daddy divorced when I was 13. She didn't hate him but she sure as hell couldn't live with him. When she died, he went to her funeral out of respect to the fact that she was the Mother of two of his children.You poor dear! Don't think about all of it at once. Just small bites of time. Think of some happy memories with your Mom today. Hugs!