I’m writing this with a very heavy heart because I’ve come to a painful realization. No matter what you achieve, no matter how hard you work, or how much you grow—nothing can truly fill the void left by a missing parent and a mother who is selfish and hurtful.
Being fatherless was hard enough, but having to navigate life with a mother who doesn't provide the love or safety a child needs is a different kind of pain. Now that I’m an adult, it feels like the world expects me to just "be okay," but nobody understands that the foundation was never there.
You can earn everything in the world, but you can’t "earn" the parental love you missed out on. It’s a specific kind of grief that stays with you even when you try to move forward. I look at the idea of having kids one day, and it feels so complicated because I never had the blueprint of what a loving home looks like.
Does anyone else feel like they are just performing being an "adult" while carrying a hole in their heart that nothing seems to fix? How do you cope with the realization that the people who were supposed to love you most just... didn't
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