I am okay with it. It use to bother me a whole lot, but this morning, when I couldn't really sleep, I did a Lot of thinking, and I know that its fine that my mother doesn't Love me. I know that it is not my fault she doesn't Love me. I know that its not my fault she hurt me the way she did.
For a long time, it use to effect me really bad that she didn't Love me, and that I was never good enough for her, but I'm fine with that now. I am fine that I am never going to be good enough for her, and I am glad that I am finally coming to terms with it.
It use to leave me feeling so upset, and so depressed that she couldn't Love me. I thought it was something wrong with me, or something that I was, or was not doing right, but I now know that its outta my control, and I can't change the way she is, and I won't change who I am, for her acceptence, if she can't accept me, than that is her problem not mine.
I am finally at peace with not being good enough for her, I don't need to be good enough for her, I just need to be good enough for me.