i resent everything. my mom, for be unfaithful to my dad, to leaving him and leaving me and my siblings poor. my stepdad, for making my mother love him, my dad, for not trying to make my mother stay. my stepmom, for trying to play pretend with our family. not really my siblings though. we were all completely powerless over anything that’s happened. i resent myself for never being happy, from refusing to move on. and this is what i mean when i say i have family issues. not that my parents purposely hurt me, but the damage is showing nonetheless. i have this family that is broken but loving, and i don’t know whether to be grateful or disappointed. my family is messy but it is mine. because i really do have a family, even if its a bit dysfunctional. semi rant semi appricatioj post. i’m high so there’s probably some errors.