Selfishness
I just saw a post (will link) about a mom who ate a breakfast pastry a dad bought for his son. It instantly killed my mood. Mostly because it reminded me of my own childhood, and how my own parents, and really family broadly, were always engaging in selfish acts at my expense, with no regard or care for how those acts would hurt me.
Now, I find myself yearning for a partner to love me and make me feel safe, because I have never felt that before. This, of course, would be bad for such a partnership. They still manage to take from me.
If I could cry, I’d be crying right now. Instead, I’m just an emotional mess. Parents actions really do affect their kids.