Towards the summer’s close, Ellyn went to the courthouse to get custody of me. She wanted to “keep” me. But could she? Being kept – really being wanted – was a foreign concept for me. Most people, my grandparents included, abandoned me. Was I that unloveable? At the time, this was my reality and my mental frame of mind.
Mom wasn't and never will be a touchy feely person.
I can’t imagine how you went through all you did at such a tender age