When your parents hate everything more than they ol love their own children
I’d rather let the feeling subside once again vs getting a small dose of what a parent “apparently” can provide from a stranger for their child and wonder what life could have been life for maybe a moment.
This sounds super edgy like I’m mocking being emo but I’m being serious. Maybe I’m not ready nor meant to accept what I could have had from my actual parents from strangers who sincerely mean their “parent” hugs. It always leaves me feeling empty later and wondering “why wasn’t I enough for at least this.” It’s not worth mourning over and over again. I don’t need a mom hug often but when I do I’m that one white cat meme with the funny hands. (Above).
I don’t get super duper sad often about this so no need to worry. Two deep sad temper tantrums a year about it is normally all I need. I’ve accepted that my parents had their own traumas growing up but unfortunately chose to hate themselves and this world more than they could ever love their own children. So they are simply left to be buried in their own self pity, blinded by their own self ignorance.
