My Mom is the problem, but my Dads the enabler. My girlfriend at the time dragged me to therapy with her some years ago; when I told stories about growing up, they would be the ones crying. I would be confused, saying “Hey it’s a funny story! I didn’t have it that bad.” I did indeed have it that bad, just could admit it to myself.
I reached a point where I realized Going around these people and pretending things are okay was bad for me. Haven’t spoken to them in years.
Life is a gift, and it offers us the PRIVILEGE, OPPORTUNITY, and RESPONSIBILITY to give something back by becoming more. You did the right thing by distancing yourself mate.
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