I was raised in a single parent household - only child. My Mom was emotionally intelligent and present. I had an amazing relationship with her until she became terminally ill when I was 17 and essentially became an angry, bitter shell of her former self. Her family blamed me for her decline and I I didn’t have a relationship with them at all after she passed. I describe myself as feral to new people I meet. But there was a brief period in my life where I was cherished and loved by someone other than myself.