It's because your Mom loves you so much. I feel like that about my son. I wish I had a mother like yours. When I was a teenager, my parents split up and my Mom started dating and she became consumed with her new life, full of romance. She lost interest in being a Mom to her four children. I ran away from home. Two weeks later, I went back home and her only reaction was, "Oh, you're back." She didn't even notify the police or anything else "normal". Her live-in boyfriend kicked me out of home at the beginning of my final year of high school, when I was preparing to go to college. He did this by putting all my belongings in the middle of the front yard. She stood by, let it happen and made no objections. The only place I had to go was a large metal garden shed at the back of my Dad's house, which I converted into a bedroom. In the summer, the temperature peaked at 113 degrees and all I had was a fan. I had to soak my sheets with water and put the fan in front of my bed so that the evaporating water would cool me down while I tried in vain to sleep. Same with the clothes I wore in my "bedroom" during the day. I had to study for my final exams in this environment. I could only study at night because I couldn't concentrate in the daytime because it was too hot. It was a miracle that I did as well as I did. Then Dad went to Brazil to live and put me in a college dorm. Didn't see my Mom for ten years after that.
But other kids have it worse. At least I wasn't sexually abused as a child.
Is it normal to think you're the centre of the universe?
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It's because your Mom loves you so much. I feel like that about my son. I wish I had a mother like yours. When I was a teenager, my parents split up and my Mom started dating and she became consumed with her new life, full of romance. She lost interest in being a Mom to her four children. I ran away from home. Two weeks later, I went back home and her only reaction was, "Oh, you're back." She didn't even notify the police or anything else "normal". Her live-in boyfriend kicked me out of home at the beginning of my final year of high school, when I was preparing to go to college. He did this by putting all my belongings in the middle of the front yard. She stood by, let it happen and made no objections. The only place I had to go was a large metal garden shed at the back of my Dad's house, which I converted into a bedroom. In the summer, the temperature peaked at 113 degrees and all I had was a fan. I had to soak my sheets with water and put the fan in front of my bed so that the evaporating water would cool me down while I tried in vain to sleep. Same with the clothes I wore in my "bedroom" during the day. I had to study for my final exams in this environment. I could only study at night because I couldn't concentrate in the daytime because it was too hot. It was a miracle that I did as well as I did. Then Dad went to Brazil to live and put me in a college dorm. Didn't see my Mom for ten years after that.
But other kids have it worse. At least I wasn't sexually abused as a child.
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That was a tough life and your mum that was so wrong of her to forget about you like that, at least you were able to rise above it all past is past :)