I look at it this way: Mum had her choices in life. She made them, choosing her idea of security and financial well-being over the needs of a family. She thought she could pick things up again and find them undamaged. She was wrong.

Her own mother -- my Nanny, who was hardly scared of anything -- was intimidated by her until the day she died. And as for me ... well, I'm her only daughter. I am scared of her, and I hate her sometimes, and there's the fact that I nearly killed myself to escape her ... and to escape the person she turned me into.

And she knows it. And now, when she has the time and the security and wants her family back, she can't have it, and it's her fault as much as anyone's. And she has to live with that knowledge for the rest of her life.

That enough comeuppance for you?