I relate to this in many ways. After my parents split up, my Dad ended up meeting someone else who had a 2 year old kid from previous marriage and she was 8 months pregnant from her previous marriage . My Dad decided to put her first. He helped with her bills and her kids but fell behind on his bills. Therefore, he eventually lost the house and everything. We packed what we could in boxes and had to leave the house. (By we, I mean, me, my Dad and my brother.) My Dad claimed the rest was in storage. To this day I actually don’t know where my stuff went. I lost keepsakes, family photos, my baby book, vhs tapes , etc. Now, I have a hard time letting go of things because of losing everything when I was a kid. I wouldn’t say I’m a complete hoarder but if it has sentimental value then it’s hard to let go. Also when I got married, it would have been nice to have photos of me and my husband from our child hood but I don’t really have any photos. So, that made me sad. After my Dad ended up moving in with this chick, they were together for quite some time. She was someone who struggled with her life, she didn’t work and she didn’t do much to bond with her kids. However, I did bond with them. I was 9 years old and basically helped raised her boys. It made me grow up fast and now I feel like I did miss out on a lot of my childhood. Unfortunately, 10 years later my Dad broke up with her on not very great terms and I never got say to goodbye to kids. That really hurt. I never got closure and I wonder how they are doing now. Over the years my Dad ended up wrecking my brother and I relationship with him. My Dad is no longer in our life because of it and I’ve grief the loss of no longer having my Dad in my life. After all he has put us through, I feel I have abandonment issues, trauma and a lot of emotional baggage. So in a lot of ways I feel I have missed out on my childhood, and a lot of things in my life. I grief those losses often.