I’m 47 years old and when I look back at my life I can’t find a single person who ever loved me. I began life as an unwanted pregnancy between two people who hated each other. Once my birth led to their lives forever being entwined, it seems that they could not get over their resentment that my existence was the cause of their misery. My mother spent my childhood deeply depressed. We did not know the words for it at the time and I did not understand the reasons even though I now do. Despite that, the damage it caused me, is apparently unreparable. […]
