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When I was growing up, my oh so loving mother decided I wasn't allowed to be in the house alone and she would only pay for child care for my brother.
I got very used to sitting outside the back door starving for 4 hours after school waiting for her to get home.
15 minutes is nothing. I'd probably only just get started on a good daydream by then.
And, yes, I'm no-contact with my mother.
What the actual fuck, why?
She saw my dad in me, and she utterly loathed my dad. She was all sorts of messed up. She was too young, she blamed everyone else for her problems. I was an 8 year old boy upon whom she was able to take out her anger with no immediate consequences. Beatings, neglect, and screaming at me how all men were dirty r-pists who give women cancer via sex. She hugged me and told me she loved me once, when I was dying in hospital (I got better, obviously).
Christ thats rough, hope youre in a better place now.
Yeah, much better. I escaped across the Atlantic lol, and found an amazing woman, my soulmate who gets me like nobody else.
Thank you for listening, it can be tough on people reading that kind of stuff.