My mother was very kind. My father is as a non-parent. Not harmful per se just not parent material. My sisters belonged to my mom and left me behind with my father after she died. They tell me he wouldn’t let me go live with them. I believe it — I was a good housekeeper. I never really knew my brother. He and my Dad didn’t much care for each other. But most every one still cane for funerals and such.

As I child I was an old soul and clearly remember looking at one or another in various situations and thinking — ” You people are fucked up. I’m just a little kid here.”

And that saved me most. Knowing it was always about them. Not me. ❤️

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