In my teens one parent died. Within weeks the other moved in with a new partner leaving me alone.
I'm OK. I am now in my thirties, have children, friends, in some ways I am very blessed.
But there is still this pain inside me that will not go away. Or not pain, as I am numb to it. More a combination of resentment as my loneliness led me to some silly things and some dangerous places and some bad decisions, some which are with me now. But I feel that after such a chaotic and unhappy start to adult life, it was almost like starting a race after everybody else.
I don't expect anybody to make any sense of this but i have shrugged off several sexual assaults, job trouble, bereavements, yet being left to fester in that house hurts when none of the others do.