I spent a couple years, in therapy, dealing with learning how to cut the metaphorical apron strings.
My mom was kind and caring, but there was a covert controlling side to herself.
There were times, especially after my oldest was born, that I felt she wasn't there for me, the way she said she was going to be there.
All that, underlying angst and anger, that I felt through growing up, needed to be worked out and sorted through.
Glad, I did that work-through when I did it. Anger can be a gift, but not when it's unresolved.

Something, to consider.