Hearing what wounds neglect or conditional love has ripped into people's souls breaks my heart.
Even with all the insecurities, self-doubt and imposter syndrome (not to mention RSD!) I only slowly start to realize what a gift this completely unconditional love was, that my parents gave me 😔
My mother was a complex and complicated person, but so am I. But I never felt not loved because of something I was, was not or didn't achieve.
I was the only child. The prince (or better princess, sorry mom and dad) they waited and longed for for so long. But I wasn't spoiled (well, maybe a wee bit).
