I want my family to care about me enough to save me. It is a feeling I remember from childhood. They didn't 't care about me, or that I was in such a bad environment. Raised by Wolves.

But it seems like when the chips are down, instead of circling me and protecting me like I think loving families would, it is more like they smell the blood in the water and sense weakness and move in for the kill. Instead of loving support, that is when I get lectured and berated and all of the hurt feelings acts and the martyrdom speeches about how they have it hard being the pillars of the family and community and all I do is **** up all the time.