What were your parents doing at your age?

Welp.

Way to go with this prompt, WordPress (or wherever the daily prompts come from)!

Thanks for making people who answer this question relive their childhood abandonment, or whatever crappy story it is they have about their childhood.

We all have one, don’t we?

Anyways!

What were my parents doing at my age?

Probably drinking.

They are probably still drinking.

Both my parents are alcoholics.

One hasn’t been in my life since I was 3, and the other I refuse to speak to for… maybe the last 10 years or so?

And then my healing journey started.

It’s still ongoing.

It was only after I cut that toxicity out of my life, that I realized how abnormal it was.

I was finally the thing I wanted most.

I was free.

Free from guilt, free from shame, free from all the hurt it caused.

But it was also one of the hardest things I ever had to do.

I could’ve chose not to write about it. Hell, I almost didn’t write about it.

But, I figured…what if my post helps someone else? What if my words made someone realize, finally, “No, I am not like that, and I deserve to be treated better.”

Ahhh, nothing like reliving the memories of absentee parents.

But you know what?

Forget that.

It’s a miracle I didn’t end up a massive fuck-up.

And I can thank my wonderful grandmother for that, she was the woman who truly had a hand in raising me.

I love you, Nana. ❤️