I’m trying to make sense of some aspect of my childhood.
When I was around 3 I can remember being very distressed and screaming n the house. My mother was actually out in the garden and she came back in saying in a very cold voice:
”Stop this. It’s ridiculous screaming for your mum”
Just for context my mum was a career woman who went back to work full time after I was born - I was an only child so felt isolated
AIBU for thinking it’s harsh on a 3 year old?