war_with_myself
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I can count, with one hand, how many times I've been hugged or been told "I love you" by my parents, throughout my entire life. I don't think I've ever told my parents that I love them as a child. I never felt loved, even as a child.
I remember one day, when I was a sophomore in highschool, I cried to my mom that I felt I didn't fit in. I was at a student assembly, and everyone was in a good cheery mood, except for me and didn't felt like I could fit in. She rolled her eyes, in disbelief, when I told her this. She grew up in poverty so she thought my social problem was insignificant and laughable. It stung pretty hard, seeing your own mother wouldn't give you an ounce of sympathy. It was a wake up call, and I realized I was truly alone; not even my parents wanted to help me. Looking back, this was one of the early signs that I was going to socially struggle as an adult.
If I manage to have kids, I will give them all the love and guidance they need. I will end this cycle.
I remember one day, when I was a sophomore in highschool, I cried to my mom that I felt I didn't fit in. I was at a student assembly, and everyone was in a good cheery mood, except for me and didn't felt like I could fit in. She rolled her eyes, in disbelief, when I told her this. She grew up in poverty so she thought my social problem was insignificant and laughable. It stung pretty hard, seeing your own mother wouldn't give you an ounce of sympathy. It was a wake up call, and I realized I was truly alone; not even my parents wanted to help me. Looking back, this was one of the early signs that I was going to socially struggle as an adult.
If I manage to have kids, I will give them all the love and guidance they need. I will end this cycle.