honestly I hate that I finally escaped from my mom and her side of the family after 20 years of abuse that I’ll probably never heal from, and went to my half sister on my dad’s side(he’s just gone DW) and now I’m just being treated like the roach from Kafka’s Metamorphosis sitting in a room as they avoid talking to me because they can’t be bothered to deal with how horrible I always am and know I’ll be fine with any treatment and even thank them for it.