I was always aware, that I was an an 'accident", mum told me many times, how she has five children in five years, then just as the youngest was about to go school, I came. along (so the then born children were aged 10 down to 5).
She told me how wonderful my next eldest sister (the one aged 4.5 when she was pregnant with me) would sit like an angel next to her bed while she had to rest in the afternoon while she was pregnant with me.
I can tell you loads about how awful and unwanted I was made to fell, but one thing that hurts so much
There are loads of photos of my siblings,days on the beach, in the park, photos of them alone and together and there is not a single photo of me as a child, not one not even of my communion (every other sibling has one of what is a massive day).
It s all come to a head as mum has passed away and sharing of the childhood photos has nothing to do with me, I have none of me.
I feel bitter (I'm being honest) that the other five are having canvas made of the various photos, but I don't have a place.