It was unhealthy. It was so unhealthy.
I wanted to scream at her, run at her and shake her shoulders.
Why don’t you love me? What’s wrong with me? Why do you despise me so much?
I was never a part of her plan.
A child when she was still a child. She couldn’t afford to keep me so I went to live with a friend of her mother’s, whilst she worked three jobs to keep me in food and clothes.
Maybe that’s when our bond broke. She never really got the chance to mother me.
Someone else was my mother. The place in our hearts where each of us should’ve belonged, was empty.
We were strangers bound by blood.
When she was finally able to stand on her two feet, I went to live with her. But by then it was too late. The damage had already set in and what was supposed to have been, was lost forever.
Two became three, then four, then five and six. The link fraying, as more and more people come in between our love until, it was frayed so much that it that it appeared broken.
I was no longer hers and she was no longer mine.
We drifted along together down the same stream, but in different directions.
The love that I never knew from her, if there had ever even really been love, had all but disappeared.
I was thrust out into the world, alone and afraid.