Being the youngest of all the children in my family, I always kinda got everything I wanted from our primary caregiver, our nanny. When my nanny left, it fell to my brothers to look after me and my parents were still not present often.
I grew up basically without them around and it got so hard for me to talk to them, even be in the same room as them. Every time they were around I just felt like I didn’t know who they were and they didn’t know who I was. And, with the differences between us causing lots of tension, I left at a really young age to live on my own.
Then, recently, my father and I had a falling out and we don’t even speak anymore. It hurt a lot because, of my two parents, he was the one I was closer to. And, after he left, my mother had no place to go so I offered her my home. I thought it would be a way for us to move on with our lives and try to rebuild the lives that my father had ruined but, for the two years she has been living with me, my mother and I still cannot seem to get along. She doesn’t approve of the way I live my life and I can’t stand the attitude she has towards me. Many times when we fight I remind her that I opened my home to her but she always manages to make me feel like absolute crap.
I just wonder where I am supposed to begin. How do you mend bridges that were never really there in the first place?