You become accustomed to being alone.
You’re independent, so there’s no need for them to pay regard to you.
You become detached.
You learn on your own.
You feel lonely.
You get used to it.
You get used to being forgotten.
You make your home in the shadows, under appreciated by those you are supposed to be attached to.
As you grow, you see more.
You assess things with a different lens.
You don’t feel sorry for yourself.
You just play along until you can leave.
Do they suspect the damage done?
Never.
Do they realize why you are how you are?
Of course not.
Might they ever realize the ramifications of their actions?
Nope. Not a clue.
You keep these things to yourself, and use them to grow.
It is as gardening;
You use manure to grow beautiful flowers.
