Ever since I was born I know I was neglected being placed under my sister's care who only mistreated me and I added resentment growing up so I was pretty much fucked from the start because my mother confessed to taking some abortion pills to abort me... Yeah. Wonderful story, and I lived through it...
Growing up when I would drink I'd begin to question why my mother and my sisters hated me. Everyone knew I was drunk at that point, but they would always tell me that it was because they were jealous of me. Now, after I denied it for so long - there is no other reason for them to hate on me. That was how I know that they are jealous - because they not only hate me, but they hate on me. 
As a matter of fact, when I graduated from my little vocational school, they left early to go shopping, and they didn't get back until that evening pretending they forgot. When I got my first real job, instead of making minimum wage which was only $5.75 at the time. My mother saw one of my checks and instead of congratulating me she asked me a question.
"Why are you only making two dollars less than I am making when I've been working this whole time and you just got this job." It was an awkward morning since I was cooking for the first time for our school potluck. Which she hoped that nobody would like. She was butt hurt over two dollars LESS than her. I was too excited to be making almost five dollars more than most people my age the time wouldn't be making for another couple years. 
There are SO much more I would like to share, but for now this will do. I have to start letting most if these things go. Its funny how our brains work. We tend to block moments that have hurt us and almost all of us go through the rest of our lives without even knowing that those suppressed emotions could or have been causing us more emotional damage. I denied I had an inner child until I found her stuck deep under a piece of my brain I forgot was there. 
When I found her again she looked like she should have been dead being so neglected, unloved, unknown because she was forgotten. After I begged for her forgiveness, cleaned her up, combed her hair, and dressed her comfortably, I still forget she is there. I have to keep working on her to keep me from getting lost again. She hardly spoke to me, but I have a feeling she's been talking this whole time and it is time I listen... Thank you to those who actually read this...