When I started skipping school I could just stay in my room and my Mother who was home all day never knew I was at home. When my report card had a notification and a number of days each class was missed neither my Mother or Father ever brought the subject up. I felt invisible in my parents home. Not my home.
My mom supported me in a lot of ways. Tbh if I am living and breathing today, it's because of her. She pulled me out of my dark place to push me to try for something better.
I can't say the same for my dad. He never gave a shit about us. My life is a struggle because of his poor choices in life.
Hmmmm...kinda hard, I think, to put into words what I got from my mum. I had no dad, as such. Mum had quite a debauched lifestyle and, when I showed an interest in that lifestyle, then she showed more interest in me....
Does that make sense?
I loved mum dearly but I was pretty much on my own in many ways....