When I was very young, my mother married a man who turned out to be sadistic and abusive in many ways. A few years later, my mother left me with my biological father because I told someone what was happening.
For years, I carried anger and resentment over all of this and hoped that one day I would get the apology I felt I deserved.
One night when I was an adult, during a lengthy conversation with my mother over all the abuses I went through and how I felt abandoned and betrayed, she said, "I'm sorry that's how you felt. But you were such a difficult child."
This was devastating to say the least.
The realization that my own mother felt I deserved what I went through because I was "such a difficult child," and that the genuine apology I wanted so deeply was never going to come, broke my heart.
Our relationship is much better these days, but I can't tell you how often those words play in the back of my mind.
"You were such a difficult child."