So much for nurturing this blog! I need to take a class in better utilization skills of my time. 🙂
I recently bought a book by Susan Forward, Ph.D. called “Toxic Parents.” I haven’t cracked it open as of yet, but I feel my reluctance to get started may just be that I hate to delve into all that crap again.
It seems that every time I do, I find no answers and many more questions. One constant is the why. Why did I always feel like I was an intrusion? Why did I feel like I didn’t matter? Why did my parents bother to have children? Why did my mother look the other way when she knew full well that her six-year-old daughter was being molested by a thirty year old family member? Did she love her brother more than her own child? If so, why?
Did my father know? He worked on the road a lot but still; he should’ve known.
Why…
