The only thing I’ve ever wanted out of life was to come home to a family that made me feel genuine love and happiness…

In the eighteen years I’ve been alive. I don’t think that I can say that I’ve ever felt anything remotely like it. Instead. I do not have a mother. My parents separated, and my mother was abusive. And I have almost no relationship with my father anymore.

Even it has been destroyed and left in ashes… I lay in bed wondering why I’ve never been enough for my parents… I wonder why my life has been this way at all. I feel both abandonment and anger, I struggle between wanting parents and never wanting to call another human being family. Life has left me feeling that if I couldn’t count on my own parents, if they couldn’t love me. Who in my life ever will?