I have been in pain for as long as I can remember, my mom was never reliable, always said "I love you" until it started to sound empty and fake. My real dad was never there. He abandoned me whenever I needed him the most then walked back into my life as if he never left. My stepdad a good person, but he has anger issues, and he (with my mom and grandma) caused me to have constant panic attacks. I love them all dearly, but I know that the pain I have now, they generated almost all of it. Even now I feel slightly bitter about all that they have done, but I feel guilty at the same time. They are my family I need to forgive them, but I can't.
they have BROKEN me
YOU ARE READING
Scars you can't see
Randombits and pieces of my memories, some good some bad. Some are just small fragments.
