When I was a kid my mother abandoned my younger brother and me with our abusive, drunk, perverse monster of a father, so that she could go on a vacation to see a boyfriend she met on the internet. I have a lot of rage and grief towards her as the neglect/enable parent. I think it's because by that point I had already given up on my father, I saw him as a monster that I needed to protect my brother from. But I still had faith in my mother, I still had someone. And then she left us behind with him, drove off and was gone for weeks, and then I had no one. Something in my mind broke then and it's a very deep and nasty madness that is still there to this day, but that I try to keep a lid on as best as I can most of the time.

@ d.o.a. - Our father did not like any male competition so he never wanted anything to do with my little brother, not even his own son was 'acceptable'. I'm sure my brother could relate a lot with you on the grounds of emotional neglect.