Just dropping this in here for future reference when it’s time for my kids to go back and sort through the wreckage that is our “family”. For the record, while I don’t believe that my mother, whom I love dearly, did this on purpose, when I told her how upset I was about it and asked if she could at least try to understand and perhaps even take accountability and “apologize”, her answer was an emphatic NO!
“It’s just cheese and crackers, Cathy! There are worse problems in the world, so, grow up! I owe you NOTHING!”
It was younger me all over again being completely invalidated and “trauma compared“. Granted, this was not a true “trauma” – but – it definitely wounded me. I put an over-the-top amount of time, money, energy, and excitement into this Godforsaken “cheese and crackers board” as a heartfelt gift for my daughter on her 21st birthday, only to find all the parts and pieces of the project untouched and left out. It is what it is, but, yes, it broke my heart. Just saying.
The Diary Of My Perfection 