Have name changed as obviously identifying. Sorry this is very long but I feel the need to get it out. I'm really struggling at the moment.
Some years ago my brother was born and died at birth. In those days things were different and even my Mum and Dad didn't see him. My Mum nearly died too and wasn't expected to live till morning. They told my Dad so. The hospital buried my brother because my Mum was so poorly, my Dad asked to be told but when they rang the funeral directors they had already buried him, we don't even know where he is.
My Mum recovered medically but went into a full breakdown, she ended up as an inpatient for a while.
I was a preschooler so remember little of this time other than being scared and being at Grandparents.
My Mum because massively protective and wouldn't let my Dad near, my Dad struggling with illness and grief backed away. I tried desperately to have a relationship with him and failed.
Some years later my parents tried to adopt, it was an awful situation with a family still recovering from loss. Instead of the much younger child they had wanted to adopt SS pushed them into adopting a sibling group with a child very close in age to me and her half sibling. There was a lot of serious stuff SS had failed to disclose came out and it was decided for the sake of the youngest because of what she had been through in her birth home that she needed to be elsewhere and the adoption broke down.
For me it was a relief. That sounds awful but I was just getting over my Mums breakdown, the kids were very troubled, stealing, breaking my things etc which obviously I understand now but not as a small child and honestly I was jealous. I was jealous that my Dad had a relationship with these kids and did all the piggy backs, fun I had never had. I felt guilty, not knowing that SS had failed to disclose issues and it had been decided it was best I thought they had gone because of me. I even gave the older one my new bike I had got weeks before I felt so guilty. In fact until last year I still thought it was my fault.
My Dad fell apart at the loss of yet another child. He spent less and less time with me and basically lived in the caravan on the drive. He carried the girls picture in his wallet not mine and that fucking hurt and confirmed it was my fault.
My Mum became depressed and angry.
She started mentioning about divorcing my Dad to me, on holiday she spat out how my brother died, what caused it etc. Years passed and things got worse. As soon as I turned 18 I left home, desperate to get away and straight into an awful relationship.
I have struggled with depression and anxiety myself, I'm sure things have been hard for my own kids at times.
Last year I saw a singer on a tv show sing a song he had wrote in the similar situation and it broke me, I didn't realise till that point quite how much I had been affected.
This little person 30 odd years ago changed and affected my whole life, changed who I am, I miss him desperately. But I feel stupid and as though I am being a cheat. What right do I have to grieve for someone I've never met.