I had a dream last night that is was with my little brother when he was a child He was with me I was taking care of him...In reality he was not he lived with my mother I lived with my father who was not his father. I never got much time with him. I pushed him in a pram when he was a baby , but in my family nothing was ever ours to keep...my mother could not protect her self never mind a child. He had to pick food out the bin because she was to high to feed him. he was sexually abused before he was taken into care. We was stolen from each other.
were both grown up now we do not know each other any attempts to try have come to nothing we live in different worlds with different problems. I can only think of the little boy who should have been with me .
I feel like I dread feeling because the pain of what I lost and what cannot be changed feels unbearable right now.
were both grown up now we do not know each other any attempts to try have come to nothing we live in different worlds with different problems. I can only think of the little boy who should have been with me .
I feel like I dread feeling because the pain of what I lost and what cannot be changed feels unbearable right now.