DS is a year old and despite a tough start adjusting to being a parent I am loving being his mum. He is my joy and the most wonderful thing in the world. I love him more than I ever believed possible and I want him to have a wonderful life and I will do everything in my power to help that happen.
I am struggling however with how my feelings for him have reopened the pain of how my parents have treated me. As I snuggle up with DS I realise that I have no memories of cuddling my parents. I think I can count on one hand the number of cuddles and kisses I have received in my lifetime from them.
Everything I have done with my life I have been criticised for. I was a straight A student who never got into trouble, never smoked, never did drugs etc. Yes I made some mistakes as a teenager, for example at 18 I wasn't great with money. My parents didn't give me pocket money but somehow expected me to save the money I made waitressing around school. I spent it instead on trips to the cinema with my friends and clothes etc. Things they wouldn't pay for. Despite being a mostly good child I was made to feel like the worst and a massive inconvenience to have around. I spent my life in fear crying myself to sleep often.
Reading posts on here about the cost of putting a child through uni I realise how little my high earning parents supported me. I had the minimum loan due to their earnings yet the money they gave me meant that after I had paid accommodation I had £10 a week to live on. I had a part time job and worked hard. I didn't go out and yet I was still in my overdraft when I left. Somehow that was all my fault too.
Every good thing that has happened to me has been a source of disappointment to my parents. When I told them I was moving in with now DH I was told that I was ruining my life. When we got engaged they disappointment down the phone was palpable. When I told them I was pregnant it was even worse. I was married and 26, living independently with a good job. It was a planned pregnancy and I was so happy. I was shaking with fear at the thought of telling them and did so from Spain as the distance made me feel safer.
Work has always come before me. When I was secondary school age they wouldn't give me a key to the house but would tell me to be home by 6. I knew if I weren't that by six I would be in so much trouble. Sometimes though they didn't turn up till past seven. It wasn't too bad in the summer but sometimes I was standing outside for over an hour in the dark and cold. They recently cancelled a trip to see DS because of work and it broke my heart that they are putting it before him too.
I could go on and in but this post is already really long. Since having DS I realise that I could never do any of those things to him and it makes me wonder what I could have done wrong to deserve the childhood I had. I can't understand what was so awful about me, why I was unlovable. I tried so so hard to be what they wanted me to be.