more so of a double edge sword. when i was younger, i was at the happiest time of my life. though i was being neglected, the feeling of sorrow never touched me, but yet i was being killed over and over and over again. when i was taken away and abused, that sorrow finally hit me. i thought if i just forgot her, i would finally be released but i sorta developed Stockholm's though it i lived with her, the abuse wasnt motherly or parent like. even to this day i cant get over it. its like my mother issues arent important because i do bring it up, but its always deflated and attention goes back to the sexual abuse i faced in my placements. this is one of the main reasons why i want to retain half of my maleness. i'm the oldest of..honestly, i dont even know what the number is now but my 2 middle children moved on, my younger brother went into the military and he is doing well, my sister, well she is more normal than i am though she is mentally unstable, and me, the oldest, i'm a hot mess. honestly, when i heard my father was killed, i didnt shed a tear but the thought of my mother dying, i just broke down out of random.