The truth is, I don't want to get into it, but I'll give you a brief bit:

I love my mom, but she is unrealistic, selfish and I'm pretty sure has some developmental issues. She doesn't understand some things, even if they're simple, and she gets worried and overreacts about so many things. And she lies a lot, but she can't take my word on anything. I've learned not to tell her things, but when I do, she often wants to confirm it with someone else. I used to be a Christian, and turned myself into a very honest person (before that, I lied, much like her), and despite my no longer being a Christian, I am still an extremely honest person.

Nobody really understands me in my family. My brothers were all pretty much grown by the time I came around, except for one (he was 13) and my sister was 13 at the time, but I didn't grow up with them. Three of my brothers are dead now. One (the aforementioned one) I have no idea where he is.

My sister and I are close, but live a long way from each other. Still, I feel much of that closeness is no longer there. Some things I've been told and some things she's said have caused some bitter feelings.

My dad is dead, but he didn't understand my OCD and panic disorder. He would make me feel ashamed because I saw a psychologist/psychiatrist (differerent ones at different times) and called my disorders "nonsense." I still love him, but there's still anger about the past.