I had a good think about this. I think you're mostly spot on. I also think it's foolish of me to still credit her with so much control at the expense of my own well being. In many ways I'm just doing the same thing she is and repeating a pattern. It is time to let go....really let go.
It was, for me, not factoring in how she would do things, just figuring out what I wanted. At one point, in my fairly early adulthood, she was reprimanding me along the lines of, "That isn't how families do things!"
And I responded truthfully, "Your father divorced your mother, sent you off to boarding school and then he married her little sister. No offense and it's not your fault, but what the fuck do you know about how families do things?" And that outburst also brought home for me the reminder that she could only give what she had. The skills she had to master, to survive in Crazyland, were what she was trying to teach me...but I wasn't reliving her life...I was living my life.
When I was allowing/disallowing her likes and dislikes to factor in to my decisions, we were always at war. When I stopped doing/not doing stuff because she said...suddenly SHE respected me and came to rely on me for all of her decision-making. At one point, Mr. Sue got transferred 300 miles away and we moved. Shortly thereafter, she followed us to the new location. Part of it was to be near MiniSue (although she left two other grandkids behind) but the other part was that her husband had Alzheimer's (and was in a facility) and she wanted my company and my assistance navigating her life more alone than she had ever been.
As we all got older, she was one day bitching about my sister's approach to life. I said, "Mom, she is your golden girl. She always did what you told her to do and grew up to be who you wanted her to be."
Mom said, "Well she could have shown a little initiative...it didn't hurt you."
Mothers...can't live with 'em....can't carve them up into little pieces and feed them to passing sharks.