I'm temporarily living in my mum's house while I get somewhere to live of my own organised. She lives rurally, in the countryside, where there are no streetlights. Tonight I got home from my post-work therapy appointment, walked a different way than usual round the house to the door, and tripped over a flowerpot in the dark. I fell down on the gravel path, scraped my hand and grazed my knees. Thankfully I didn't hit my head on the house.
It did hurt, and I was feeling vulnerable after therapy, so my resilience wasn't at its peak, and I started to cry. The incident reminded me of falling in the playground at primary school and ripping a hole in your tights at the knees. My mum hasn't really been a mum to me, and all I could think was "I want my mummy", except there wasn't one. I had a weep in the dark and pulled myself together before going inside. I told my mum what happened and she said "that will teach you for walking around in the dark".
I went up to my room and had another cry. All I wanted was a hug from someone safe and comforting. AIBU?