I'm middle aged now and raising children of my own but my rotten childhood is affecting me now more than ever and I would so appreciate any advice on what to do about it?
I grew up in pure squalor. My DF was at work 7 days a week and my parents had a very traditional marriage, so he rarely lifted a finger when home.
I really do mean squalor, I remember well trying to clean my room at about 6 and finding dog poo on the floor under clothes and other rubbish.
Friends parents often commented (privately, but repeated to me by friends) that mum was weird, but no one ever did anything about it.
My parents never engaged with my dsis or I really at home, didn't ask after our days or our friends. We had toys and were mostly fed when we were younger - left too it really from secondary age. Our clothes were never cleaned or ironed and we didnt have enough of them.
My DM was often mean, I remember very well walking to school aged 5 and complaining that I didn't have something and her turning to me and calling me a little bitch. I was very much an adult by the time I was really able to realise that there is no way at all that that could have been my fault.
Fortunately our grandparents were all nearby and so we had lots of weekends (most really!) At one of their houses. We were well loved and cared for there and always sent home bathed and with clean clothes.
I left home after GCSEs.
My parents still don't bother much. Even now I have DC they are sporadic - they visit 2-3 times a year despite living close by. They never get birthday cards to us on time, never send a message just asking how we are.
And it still bothers me. I should really know better now but it's still painful.
I lost my last surviving grandparent last year and I honestly feel like I've been orphaned.
My DM took on the funeral, and made us all wait 6 weeks so that her and my DF could go on their booked holiday first.
To make matters worse my DM is executor of my grandmother's will and is making a mess of it. Mostly she just isn't doing anything. There isn't much money to be had, but she made a request for her ashes but they are still sitting at the funeral directors. It's quite upsetting.
The thing is I never say anything to them about the damage they've caused. I know if I did it would be a blow up as they will make out I'm being mean so I endlessly keep the peace - have done for the last 25 years since I left and even before that.
Sorry for the waffle, I just have no idea how to move past all this. Felt good to talk about it though - even if only in a post!!