Some of these posts have ripped me apart.
My birth mother dumped me on Paddington Station when I was 6 years old my father picked me up a short time later so it was obviously prearranged. I never saw her again but lived with my Dad happily if chaotically for 5 years. Dad then married the bitch from hell. I tried so hard to get her to love me but she hated me and made my life hell. I escaped at 18 to start nursing where I was surprised to find I was popular despite being lazy, ugly and useless.
She continued to pour scorn on me and my DC's birth and adopted children and when she died I had to think of my DS who died at 13 to make me cry.
No I cannot forgive or forget ever I hate her!!! BTW she worshipped and adored her birth children.
This has been cathartic and I am not a nasty person but she nearly ruined me!
What's going on , on the street outside your home right now?
What do you find yourself avoiding more as you get older?
Desperately sad story of the assisted suicide of a grieving mother





