Hi all MNs, I wasn't sure where to put this. I thought about mental health but that didn't feel quite right and although they haven't died. It feels like they have. This might sound strange and long.
My parents neglected me as a child throughout to being eighteen. My Dad was very physically abusive towards me, and whilst I have no memories of my Father hurting my Mother. Sadly it wouldn't surprise me. When I was eighteen I left home, I ran away and experienced homelessness. I hadn't developed properly due to neglect and am only really catching up on some stuff now. Social services were involved as they finally realised about my Dad. However my Father was not charged because of a lack of evidence and I was too old to be considered a child by the law. Through this, my Father made himself out to be a saint. I lost all of my family. All of my family disowned me at eighteen. At one point I tried to reconcile but it ended up in tears.
Fast forward to now. I am now 23 and feel very proud of how far I have come. I am 12 weeks pregnant and have thankfully a new family on the way. 😊 I have a lovely man who loves and cares for me very much. I am no longer homeless and am volunteering and in college. However despite all of the nasty stuff that happened and that my family has done. I still miss them very very much. My mother completely left me to starve and I still miss her. Emotionally I feel torn as there were good memories with my Mum but what she did To me hurts much more. Being pregnant, I'm feeling more and more maternal and becoming motherly as the weeks progress which is making these old feelings bubble up. I feel angry because she wasn't there and how can you do that to a child? And the other feelings make me angry with myself. I get very jealous of people my age or a bit younger who still have their Mum to look up to. I don't mean to.It is something that tears me apart everyday. I have moved forward loads but it still hurts everyday. I'm scared these feelings will never resolve. It feels a bit like a
Lump or a hole in my heart that never goes away. Bereavement feels like the closest resemblance and I really want to stop crying over this so I can focus on being a new mother. Thank you.