I hate it that my mom never cared about me or my siblings.
That I took care of them. Had no childhood.
I hate it that she hit me. Her boyfriends abused me in a sexual way, mentaly and physically.
I hate it that she still is in my life because she is allowed to see my daughter every month.
Even though I fought through everything myself.
Still left with trauma's of living on the streets alone.
Paying for school, my medical care, my silbings their food, ...
Now I have somebody who does love me.
We are now one year together and engaged.
But it still breaks my heart.