I'm reading Anthony Trollope's 'The Way We Live Now'.
It's a about a difficult child in the 19th century, Felix Carbury, and his mother who is a the most enabling character I've ever encountered. She is blindly besotted by her son and has allowed him to ruin her financially. While everyone abhors this man and sees what a detestable character he is, she remains blind to this and continues to fund his lifestyle and defend his behaviour, mummying him whenever he needs it.
It's strange how I can relate to so many of her feelings, even though this book is set in 19th century England. I feel like stretching my arms into the pages and giving her a good shake and a good talking to!