My mother admitted that she never read bedtime stories or sang me to sleep. She had her sister (who turned out to be a sociopath though I had always known she was cold) watch me while she worked who after a little while stated she couldn’t watch me anymore because it was too much work what with having her own 1 year old. Mom admitted that sometimes when she’d pick me up I would be in my carrier and she’d get a funny feeling that I had been kept in there all day. So then I was foisted off onto another aunt. At this second aunt’s house I remember being so hungry it was uncomfortable, I mean it could have been just one day or it may have been most days, whatever it was left an impression on me cuz I still remember it today even though I must have been only maybe 3 years old. On top of that I wandered around her house with nothing to do and nobody to play with. I knew what utter boredom was from an early age. Then as I got a little older I remember Long Summers where I had nobody to talk to or play with because I was so shy and apparently mom was too busy. Made a friend four doors down but she had asthma and her mom wouldn’t let her run and always made her come in the house after maybe a half an hour of play.
There are probably many millions of people who had rotten childhoods, that negatively affected their entire lives. It comforts me to realize that whatever this life is, good, bad, or indifferent, it is just a tiniest bit of our eternal life. As the Bible tells us, it is but a vapor, when compared with eternity. We are going to live forever; after this life, either in Heaven or in Hell. I choose Heaven, where every tear will be wiped away.