Wabbits wrote:
In the first grade...we were all supposed to be in the Christmas play, playing simple percussion musical instruments and I was super excited until I came home and told my mom about the play and she said I couldn't be in the play, I started crying, she slapped me in the face, and shook me until my teeth rattled....and she told me I was a mess, not normal and would never be ok....nice mom huh? and that was pretty much the beginning of an ongoing nasty relationship with my mom, that continues to this day (my mom is in her 70's now) just talking to her on the phone can make me go into a dark mood--I try not to have any contact with her, or as little as possible. All through school I was never able to have a girlfriend for more than two weeks, they'd always dump me for a cooler friend....still don't make friends easily...they always turn into predators who want something from me, or want me to do something for them, but they don't want my friendship...maybe my standards of what I think friendship is, is too high...I do have great penpals though, of people I've never met in person...and about 5 friends in real life, and a wonderful relationship with my daughter--my only child, whom I raised alone.
I can so relate to this, I feel your pain. My mum told me I was a moron, a cretin, a bloody autistic, and that I'd just have friends if I tried harder. (I don't know if she ever knew, and I've not had the guts to ask her) . I have had a few really good friends, but I've also had some that would hang around until they had something better to do and someone better to do it with.