My Mum died nearly three years ago and I’ve been slowly clearing out her home. My Dad died over 25 years ago. I was an only child. Going through my Mum’s stuff, it’s like I never existed. She kept every card and letter my Dad sent her. His clothes were still in the wardrobe. Loads of photos of the two of them. None of the three of us as a family. No photos of me on my own, and only a couple of small photos of the DGC.
We had an odd relationship and I could never do anything right. Her sister said she should never have had kids, and I guess this is right. They had no use for anyone else in their little unit. It’s so hurtful.