II couldn't help crying at the point where the daughter shouted at her mother.
You weren't the only one. It's so hard watching someone -- even a fictional character -- make the same mistakes you've made (and may make again and again) yourself. It hurts more somehow because Glenda's acting is so authentic and detailed and heartbreaking. I burst into tears again when she was wandering through the park swinging her bag in the same way my Mum used to.
The shittiest thing about working my way through the first hour, as I am now, is that it's making me want my mother back when she was 'only' as broken as Glenda's stage. It's easier now (give or take the odd 180 hours and counting at her hospital bedside) but... there was so much more spirit in that earlier, angrier, frustrated version.
But she's more at peace with her existence now. I should be grateful for that. I
am grateful for that.
Grief, this drama opened a can of emotional worms, didn't it. A good, if uncomfortable, sign.