"Children should be seen and not heard". Well I wasn't even seen, unless I was a good accessory. I was like a hat or handbag...if I complimented the wearer, I was put up with. NOw that I'm older, I can plainly see the hatred they had for me. I had to go with my father while he met his mistress, but keep my mouth shut. If I was at my grandmother's house and God forbid, I talked too much, Nana would make me a "special milkshake", which would soon make me very sleepy. My mother was vey narcissistic and made everything about herself. No matter how I tried to help them when they got older, I was never good enough; then blamed for never doing anything for them. I wish they just waited patiently for my brother's birth and forgot about mine.
I'm sorry for everyone who has been ignored and tormented.