Hi all.
Right, this thought has bothered me all the way through my life and I'm pushing 40. I need to work through it because it brings me to tears instantly when I think about it, which I often do....like it still haunts me. I know I need to talk about it and I do with my partner, but I wondered if there are any suggestions of ways to make sense of it from you guys before I approach a professional.
So, my mum and biological father split when I was days old. My mum and I lived with my maternal grandparents until she found a new partner when I was 5. She moved out, remarried, and had my half sister when I was 7. She decorated a bedroom for me at her new flat but I wanted to go back to my nan and grandads, so I stayed living with them and my mum got on with creating her new family. We saw each other nearly every day and lived right near each other.
So, the thing that haunts me is that although I had all the love I could ever want with my grandparents, I wanted to be 'normal' and have a normal family. I used to schedule visits to my mums around evening meal time or hang around when I knew they were going to be eating, in the hope that they'd let me stay to eat with the three of them. But, she would always say that they didn't know I'd be there so they hadn't got enough food to give me and would suggest that I went back to my nans as she would be cooking for me. I'd leave their house to walk to my nans and wait until I was out of sight and then I'd cry because all I wanted was to sit at a table with them for a meal like a 'normal' family. I'd have to walk around outside for a bit until my tears had dried before I went to my nans.
The really vivid image in my head is me standing in the garden at my mum and step dad's, resting my chin on the windowsill, watching the three of them sitting round the table eating like a happy family. It brings me to tears immediately and it's an image that feels so raw. I never really felt like I fitted anywhere and it's like I was longing to be at that table, even though my nan and grandad had all the love in the world to give me. Any ideas how I can get my head around why it's stuck with me all these years? How can I make peace with it? Happy to answer any questions. Thank you.