When I was a kid, I thought my family was normal. I never realised that other people's families loved each other hugely, and that it wasn't normal to be the one who was openly not liked by their mother.
I was 13 when I found out. We had a PSHE lesson about families and relationships and someone said "I know even though I get in trouble at school, my mum loves me anyway". I cried. I was good at school, worked hard and was always praised, and my Mum still hated me.
I became very lovely after that and felt unlovable, that if my mum didn't love me who would?
The second worse was when I found out about my sister's death, and phoned my mother. I hadn't spoken to her in years as I left home at 16.
I was very upset to hear secondhand that my sister had died. I wasn't even sure the person who sent condolences was correct about it. So I called.
Rather than being nice to me, she said "I just lost the only daughter I ever loved and now I have to speak to you". It was like being 13 again.
I mean, I know she's incapable of loving me but jesus.