AIBU to feel my childhood was somewhat underwhelming and completely overrated?
It wasn't terrible but it certainly wasn't great either. Money worries, divorced parents, constantly fighting for attention with too many siblings.
People long for one more care-free, responsibility-free day but I'd never want to go back.
I feel guilty even thinking it but looking back I just wish it had been a bit better and wish I was shown a bit more love.
How do you deal with your underwhelming childhood now as an adult?