It has hurt me on some primal level that my parents didn’t even acknowledge my birthday. It’s a feeling I can’t seem to shake, being abandoned by two sets of parents. Me, the parentless child.
Kinship is the only thing that makes me feel better…knowing that I am not alone. It isn’t even the awareness that others had it so much worse than I did, just that others are estranged, too. Being part of a group, even one I wish I weren’t a member of, brings me solace.
And, like a hug sent from the ether, I read this, and I know I am not alone.