Growing up, there was a piece of me that always felt less than. A piece of me that knew so much was missing. I was born to a woman incapable of being a mother, a woman so caught up in her own demons she failed to realize how screwed up the children she had bore would become without her around. I spent 26 years believing I was someone impossible to
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I wish you luck in resolving your issues. I'm over 48 years old, and frequently feel like I will *NEVER* truly resolve mine.
PS: This was deeply moving. Thanks for sharing.
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Me, too :)
This was a great piece and I liked your intersection! Love how you capture so much of not only your own doubts and fears, but of your mom's and your birth-mother's, too.
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