I don’t cry in front of my kid often. I believe I’ve only cried in front of her a total of 3 times (maybe, including this one) in the 10 years we have been together.
She is 14.
She came to live with me when she was 4. Long story, and not my story to tell. But hers to tell when she is ready, or if she desires.
But I’ve always held my feelings in…because I grew up understanding that my feelings didn’t matter, only the feelings of my narcissistic parents. So I shut myself away, cried in my pillow, and surfaced later as if nothing was wrong. Because if something was wrong, it probably was my fault anyway.
But this is NOT the way I want to raise this beautiful kid. As much as I try to get myself there, I always feel that my feelings don’t matter, and…
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