expectations

My expectations only lead me to grief and sadness. I expect too much from my Mother:  acknowledgement, politeness, conversation, manners... 

I have to let go.
I have to not expect.
Not to anticipate, to want.
It is SO HARD to do.

My goals and wishes for my Mother were for her to be safe and happy.  That is all. Even these two desires are too much, I am expecting too much. 
She is safe, yes, she is well cared for.
But she is neither happy nor content.
She is broken and I can't fix it.