Mooncry
✦ 𝓕𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓼 𝓒𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓼 ✦
- Sep 11, 2024
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I'll preface this by saying that I was an unplanned child, so I was always the reason for my parents constantly being at each other's throats. When I was really little, like 2 or 3, I remember they were in the midst of an argument and I saw my mom standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame and looking really upset and frustrated. And me, wanting to make her feel better, walked up with my arms open to give her a hug… and she shoved me. Hard enough that I tumbled back and fell.
Obviously I started crying, not even because I was physically hurt, but because I couldn't understand why she'd done that when I was only trying to show her I loved her.
My dad came rushing down the stairs and asked what happened, and I looked at him and said "She pushed me." He just looked at me, shook his head silently and walked back up the stairs. He didn't even try to comfort me.
I've never felt so abandoned and unloved in my life, and to this day, it remains my most painful memory. I still cry when I think about it, just as I'm doing now. It hurts so much and I can't seem to heal from it. I have very few memories of my childhood due to trauma, but I remember that one so vividly. I think I can trace every ounce of my pain back to it, as it's the day I learned I had no one but myself.
But anyway… That's my memory. Feel free to share yours if it helps you.
Obviously I started crying, not even because I was physically hurt, but because I couldn't understand why she'd done that when I was only trying to show her I loved her.
My dad came rushing down the stairs and asked what happened, and I looked at him and said "She pushed me." He just looked at me, shook his head silently and walked back up the stairs. He didn't even try to comfort me.
I've never felt so abandoned and unloved in my life, and to this day, it remains my most painful memory. I still cry when I think about it, just as I'm doing now. It hurts so much and I can't seem to heal from it. I have very few memories of my childhood due to trauma, but I remember that one so vividly. I think I can trace every ounce of my pain back to it, as it's the day I learned I had no one but myself.
But anyway… That's my memory. Feel free to share yours if it helps you.
