meeting my Mother

My parents separated when I was 3, My brother and myself stayed with my dad. My first contact again with my mother was when I was about 27. We looked similar and did a few things the same like we both smoked the same brand of cigarette. but I never though of her as my mother. I did see her a few more time over the next 10 or so years but most were just short visits when she was in town.
the one thing I didn't know was we shared the same illness sever depression. I lived it for most of my adult years, and could never find out why I was depressed. It was only after I got rid of it was when I understood where it came from. I forced my self to live in circumstances that were so against any thing I believed in. I was married for 27 years to a man I knew from week 3 after we were married was a huge mistake. My step mother, told me just to get over it and work it out. So I remained silent for all those years and endured a marriage from hell, Every day I felt that I was living a lie, that I was a third party or silent partner to slimy low life. I felt ugly, helpless, and most of all hopeless.I had no idea how to make it better or even try to get out. I was told daily that I was stupid, a lousy mother, housewife, not worth the dirt under a rug. I was a big fat dumb, dumb idiot. And because I believed this after all he was my husband and was never going to let me go.
But I did go, and climbed out of that pit, it took me more than 20 years to get my life back, and the depression is gone because I am finally living the truth. I am living life the way I believe it should be .not some one's idea of the perfect life.
My biggest lesson was if you live the way you want then you can do any thing that needs to be done.
I regret that my mother never did get over her depression, and died way to soon.