I don't hate her, I just don't love her anymore.

I don't love her because she is hateful. She channels society's prejudices and succumbs to it. She never aims toward anything noble or lofty. She lives in the bottom of a psychic well, and she has no desire to get out. Worse, she tries to drag you there. She is a pit of despair. She is excessively needy, so much so that when she met my now wife during an unannounced trip, and I wasn't there initially, my wife commented on how my mother was an emotional void, a black hole. My wife says she never anticipated actually meeting the physical embodiment of a children's fairy tale villain.

She (my mother) will abuse you with physical force if she can but certainly with verbal venom. And she will gaslight you about it never having happened, when you bring it up.

She is stubbornly inflexible, and will shut down any attempt at humanity or individuality because she has neither.

Her value system is greedy, materialistic, and miserly. She will take credit for your efforts and corrupt every accomplishment of yours with her vanity.

When you try to do something she disapproves of, she will bear down on you with toxic guilt and shame, which will haunt you for years.

She will destroy any effort of yours to be a self sufficient, responsible adult, and will blame you entirely for the shortcomings in your upbringing.

She will deploy catch-22s so that no matter which way you go, you will always lose.

I love myself enough to not love my mother anymore at my expense.