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Originally Posted by cynsir  I don't remember a lot of my childhood as having fun. I was always cleaning, making meals, washing dishes, doing laundry, and watching the other kids. My mom would always find fault with anything I did and I ended up redoing until she was satisfied. I moved out when I was 18 and my life then began. When mom found out I was pregnant, she did not talk to me for 6 months, after the baby was born. While my son was smalll, she was very friendly. After my son andmoved to Miami for my job, she quit talking to me, only talking to my son. We moved back up north and she seldom talkd to me. My father just died November 29th and she called the other kids, but not me. I am finally in a spot where not talking to her doesn't bother me at all. My mom has her favorites, the other kids and grandkids. But as for me, we don't talk especially now that my dad has died. See he called every week to check on me. Mom won't cause I feel she doesn't care. |
I'm so sorry for your loss. I can't believe your Mother would be so heartless as to not tell you herself about your Father. Believe me, I know all about trouble in families and am convinced there is no perfect "Leave It To Beaver" type family out there but, whatever problems she has with any of her kids stops at something as serious as death. Sorry, but she sounds pretty small minded.
As far as the rest of you who've shared your stories, thank you for your sharing and I truley hope you all have found inner peace.