We were raised to normalized the dysfunction else our narcissistic mother made our lives a living hell. She treated her sons like Gods and her daughters like garbage. We were just living wallets and maids to her. When I say normalize — her version of normal was no food in the house, living in filth (actual filth like animal feces), ill-fitting clothing, no socks, no underwear, no real toiletries, no real instruction on hygiene, etc. Couple all that with the ever so understanding nice kids (selfish assholes) at school who bullied me for being quiet, introverted, and being poor and hungry, and I can easily say I didn’t have a single happy moment my entire childhood. And I don’t like a lot of people.
I know none of that was MY fault. I didn’t deserve it or ask for it. I was just born. And unfortunately, some parents are not supportive and loving. They are monsters who enjoy watching someone innocent suffer.