I was in a store the other day, and they were playing Neil Diamond's "Brooklyn Roads." In the song, he sings about the warm fuzzies of his childhood, how he misses it, wish he could go back but he can't, etc.
Listening to the song, I suddenly realized that I have never felt like that, and never will. My childhood was brutal and violent, and my parents have always been far too self-absorbed to be able to love or care for their children.
I've never had that ache to go back, it was a nightmare, and I can't imagine missing my abusers when they are gone. You can't miss the love of someone if you've never had it. I told my husband my thoughts, but he said he can't see the good; he can only see the sadness in the situation.
Does anyone else know what I'm saying? Haven't I found a silver lining?
Listening to the song, I suddenly realized that I have never felt like that, and never will. My childhood was brutal and violent, and my parents have always been far too self-absorbed to be able to love or care for their children.
I've never had that ache to go back, it was a nightmare, and I can't imagine missing my abusers when they are gone. You can't miss the love of someone if you've never had it. I told my husband my thoughts, but he said he can't see the good; he can only see the sadness in the situation.
Does anyone else know what I'm saying? Haven't I found a silver lining?