Another guy with mother problems

My mother was the antithesis of the stereotypical Jewish mother. For one, we didn't observe Judaism or even talk about it, it was taboo. I was opening Christmas presents before I knew I was Jewish. My father changed his name from Goldberg to Gilbert in 1946 and essentially denied being Jewish. My mother was not so strident but was not religious and worshiped money. She hated being married, having children and the housewife role. She was a lousy cook and I didn't eat properly until I was 17 and a friend's mother starting feeding me (my mother left the house when I was 15). She was quite clear about hating my brother, she told him and everyone else on many occasions. One time she called the police and told them to arrest him, take him away, I never want to see him again. Of course the police told her that they can't arrest teenagers who haven't committed crimes and that she was legally responsible for caring for him. There are endless stories of her war against Michael but like my failed quest for love, I won't lay the stinking mess on your table.

She was much less abusive toward me, I think she was even fond of me as a child, but by age 11 she had given up, considered me a nuisance with a bad attitude and was waiting for the time when she could walk away.