May I offer you my heart?

Not to be outshined on my birthday, my mother sent me a letter. I haven't really read all of it, as it describes the day I was born. The end of the letter basically talks of how she just wanted me to understand how she felt and how hurt she is that I don't. (?) She also goes on how I feel she was a bad parent, but that she did the best she could.
OK...now I have my dander up!!! GRR! It's not about her at all! God, when is she ever gonna get it??? Never, that's when!
Brad said that this is the type of letter he asked her to write 2 yrs ago. Expressing her feelings without re-hashing all the negatives... well, too late! Right now, I don't want a dialogue. Never have I questioned whether she did the best she could, but her refusal to accept her responsibility of her actions. I refuse to accept that it's all my fault. No more! It's all about me, now! I know I am ok, that I did nothing wrong and while maybe she did the best she could, she only did her best for herself....
THAT is my truth!