Melody Strong
Melody Strong
busy dad grew happy love mother primary trying
I grew up in a terror-filled household. My mother was the primary victim, but it trickles down. She was so busy trying to keep my dad happy that she wasn't able to love her kids, so we had no nurturing.
honestly love memories mother neglect nurturing reading remember sitting
I can honestly say that there was no nurturing at all. I mean, we were fed. We were well clothed. The neglect was love. I can never ever remember being told 'I love you' as a little kid. I have no memories of sitting on my parents' lap, snuggling. I have no memories of my mother ever reading to me. I don't remember ever, ever being hugged.