I think it had to be when my mom left. It was when I was very young so I don't really remember much but, growing up without a mom is tough.
You look around, seeing kids talking about how they went to Magic Springs with their mom and dad, or how they're mom and dad got them a puppy.
I missed out on a lot.
It was always just me, my dad, and my little sister. Just us against the world. And it was tough because my dad would always work late and I would sometimes have to take care of my little sister.
It sucked not having a mom around, but luckily, my Nanny (my grandma) helped a lot. She didn't completely fill the space, but she was the closest thing I had to a mom.
My mom came back around a few years later. Even though she came back, I will never be able to look at her the same way again. She left right after my little sister was born. Just dumped her on my dad and ran.
She's been a lousy excuse of a mom, these past few years. She's hurt me in many ways. (Emotionally, she doesn't abuse me.)
I think her leaving gave me anxiety and depression. She left for years and then came back like nothing happened and I will never be able to forgive her for that... So... Yeah.
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My Anxiety
Non-FictionThis is my anxiety. In this book, I will explain what my anxiety is like, what triggers it, what it feels like, things that make it worse, and how I got my anxiety. If any of you would like to talk to me about anxiety or, really, anything, just mess...
