force of one wrote:
HELL NO. I can relate to the OP. I was on the streets at 15. I have a better relationship with my mother these days, but that’s only if I ignore all the rage.
much the same story here.
I will however go out of my way to say happy mothers day or birthday or whatever to the kind woman that took me in when I was younger.
I have much more affection and respect for my best friends mother than I do my own.
My younger brother was fortunate enough to spend the last two years of his life with a friends awesome mother. He was so happy at the end. He died of a brain aneurysm at seventeen. It made me sick how my mother put on such a show of affection at the hospital and funeral.
I would latter in life learn from my Dad. At a time of attempted reconciliation (I got him drunk). How my mother treated my brother during the first years of his life. Not physical abuse but psychological abuse.
The really fucked up part was she only did it to my younger brother and I. My older and youngest brother love the very ground my mother walks on. My sister still won’t open up about her experiences.
My friends always look at me like I’m nuts. When I give twenty dollars to a homeless teenager. It just kills me inside when I see them out there struggling to survive. In the safest place they know. The streets of ever city in the world!