(((HUGS)))

Yes, same here.

I had to be quiet, no talking. I was always told I was stupid and to be quiet. Everything was my fault, no matter what. It was a relief when she got married because she had someone else to blame.

I had to play piano on demand for strangers anywhere we came across a piano, like a hotel or a restaurant, just so *she* could get attention for being my proud mother. Ugh. But she wouldn’t come to music performances. That made her “butt hurt.” Then yell at me for being dropped home by someone else’s parent later than she thought because the concert ran long. What about attending like every other parent.

Punishments were bizarre and extreme. Cut the grass with the hand shears. I’m not going to keep going, it is hard to believe and painful to read.

Of all the infertile people in the world, why not her.