And since I had no hope my life was full of fear. Since I was so immature, I could not stand still with the fear. I turned fear into anger. To me, being angry was socially acceptable. Being fearful was not.
Emotional illness is a progressive disease.
So my anger progressed. And I always took it out on my daughter. Ignoring her, being cold and unloving to her. Criticizing her for every little thing and blaming her for how my life turned out. I will feel better and she deserves it.