Mom why do you not love me? 6 years old

On my 6th Birthday I was woke up early to find out my little sister was born early that morning. I was mad at Mom as she desperately pawned me off on my father. My father improvised as best he could but I was bummed. Grandma on Dad's side asked if I wanted to go to Walmart and buy my sister a gift since it was her birthday too. We looked in the baby section for hours because I just couldn't figure out what to give to a brand new baby. Finally I found a little rattle that was a teddy bear in a ballet costume. I asked for Grandma's opinion and she nodded. we went straight to the hospital right after that so that I could give the teddy bear to my brand new sister. Unfortunately right after I handed it to her she threw it right back at my face. Everyone of course said oh how cute. I was mad because all I could think is this little person is not only taking my day doesn't want to accept anything from me. From that day forward I did not like my sister and regretting having wanted a sister. Then I was told to unfortunate news that my little sister would be sharing a room with me.

6 years old I began first grade and I was the class clown. I was failing trying to get my mother's attention. Halfway through first grade I went to live with Grandma and Grandpa on Mom's side.

Grandma and Grandpa have always been very religious. Christian is Christian gets. I started school immediately there. Grandma was talking to my teachers. The school counselor got me very familiar with them. Most of the time I cried, "I want it to just be me and Mom again." On Friday's my parents were supposed to call me. It was supposed to be for their weekends. My mother never called and I was left hurting. Meanwhile every weekend that it was supposed to be my father's turn to call he called. Sometime between all of that I decided I wanted to be living with Dad because I felt like he was the only one who wanted me. As far as I was concerned I felt like the actions of my mother did not show she loved me.

This was also when parental alienation really took a turn. Dad would tell me because she didn't call me it must be because she doesn't love me. they need reassure me that he loves me which is why he calls me.

I hate for my mother started to fester.

Grandma and Grandpa's house was nice I had room to myself. I got both their attention. I wasn't having to be bad to get attention. For once I felt really, really good.

That all ended when school ended. I went back to live with Mom. I was upset.

There is more to come from 6 years old...