NCd as a couple of people know me and I need anonymity.
Mum died in my teens. I was hard faced about it to the world, didn't cry at her funeral or show any outward signs of being bothered.
My dad had pissed off so it was just us. I had no home or security. Ran up debt, went wild, had no steady hand.
I'm now in my late 30s. And sometimes I remember she's not here and it kills me from the inside of me .
(I know I am being soft.)