The thing that struck me about your cute picture was the way you are looking at your doll. I've spent a lot of time interacting with small children and I wouldn't have to know you to know that child grew up to be a very intelligent and insightful adult.
I'm so sorry to hear that you grew up in a "scary" house. My father was always "the more the merrier" type and my bi-polar mother erred on the side of creative neglect when I was young so kids frequently hung out at our house doing something fun until my mother returned to planet earth and decided to yell at everybody for doing the thing she didn't seem to notice for the previous two weeks. Our household became more chaotic and scary as her disease worsened during my adolescence and her rage incidents increased. However, we all laugh, Mom included, when we recall the time she yelled "I'm not running a teenage flophouse for your friends and their hoodlum boyfriends."
Anyways, I feel so sorry for your poor little bunny sent away alone. It seems like you never really bonded with either of your parents. Did they buy you things? Is that why your primary love language is gifts? Was the dolly in the picture a gift?
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" - Mary Oliver
