I have a relationships with my mother but we've been estranged & its been a difficult relationship to maintain since I was 16 (now 41).
My mother threw me out when I was 16, black bin bags on step, that was it, no contact for maybe 4 years. I got a minimum wage, full time job, moved in to a flat & my adult life began.
My niece is about to turn 17 & has an apprenticeship, lives at home, spending/saving money however she fancies - what you'd want for your children. Its highlighted how hard that age was for me. I became an adult overnight, responsibilities began then, i was abandonded, i had to take care of myself & my life was minimised and mapped out. My self esteem has never recovered & I think the child in me still asks why, why wasn't i loveable?
(Parents are separated & Dad is similar, he has abandoned his kids & is in a bubble of his own, he suffers depression & in the past has tried a bit with offering money now & again. But years of NC on and off in between. He lived 2 hours away so contact was always limited to a day a month from age 4 & continued to be infrequent in to adulthood).
It's hit me really hard today & im so tearful, the age, it is so so young - I feel so incredibly sad for my younger self. For all the care, love & guidance I didn't recieve when i needed it, the help I wasn't offered, the support that wasn't there in the hardest, most lonely years of my life.
i was 17 and had to just navigate life alone, there was nobody, a few friends. I lived in self destruct mode for years after - drugs abuse/alcohol/eating disorder/toxic relationships/self harm/attempted suicide.
I did manage to find my way. I now have my own family, a stable life and home. But i feel so sad that I had those years at such a young vulnerable age with literally nobody. My mother has no idea what she caused, how hard she made my life.
Im not sure my point for this post, I just wanted to release some thoughts I guess.