My mother didn’t care either. She’s a nasty clinical level of narcissist, so she too added to the misery of my childhood with her neglect and manipulative games; pitting her kids against one another, making us more isolated, and not filing for assistance. We were the kind of people who desperately needed it. Instead, we went without meals, utilities, etc. Went years without a telephone or a washing machine, for example. But she made sure the cable was paid. She couldn’t miss her precious television. I’m honestly amazed I managed to live into adulthood. I tell people I didn’t have a childhood, I just survived it.

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