hi lighter,
I have no idea why I never had a big cry when I was little, bigger, then bigger, then finally 19.
I suspect there is much still uncovered, but I can live, at my age, with what I now have and that is more and more respect for me from my daughter, after her spending so long with an N, then remembering everything I have done to keep us on track.
The second only time I went to my mother with a question, was, "Where did I come from?"
She was working at the klitchen counter, at the second farm so I would be 8 or over
She said, "Oh we found you in a ditch someplace and brought you home!"
I never went to her about the 'ganging up" I have no idea what I thought. I just hurt inside and felt left out and away from everyone.
Oh Geesh!
Love
Izzy
The first only time I asked her something, I posted before, about asking her, when I was about 4, where she was going. She was washing up to go someplace and said "I am going crazy!"
I didn;t know what crazy was, and never asked. I determined it was her crawling into the chicken coop in the back garden.
(I find this very important about parents not explaining, telling lies, ......) She went away and came home with my baby brother.
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