I've always felt like my "showing up" on this earth was just an interruption in her life for the almost 18 years I lived at home. Loved and wanted by her, isn't the words I would have used to describe how I felt as a child. Because I felt like I wasn't wanted, I was extremely mouthy. I was intent on doing things my way, because I felt alone, and felt like if I didn't look out for myself, no one else was going to.
I'm almost 41 years old now, and the relationship she and I have is better. I guess in it's own way has evolved in the caring relationship that would have occured otherwise, just a little scarred.
My daddy wasn't around alot, because he was a truck driver. He and I got along great. He spent alot of time with me when he was home. I really felt loved by him, because he actually cared about me and would take time with me to just talk with me.
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