Thankyou, open eyes.

The trouble is, my abusers are my siblings and parents. Particularly the siblings. We kids were abused and neglected. To say that we never learned how to value others is very true! However, why did I learn and grow? Why are they still the same, the spitting image our Mom and Dad.
I actually realized today that my sister makes me feel the same now as my Dad did, as a kid. I'm in a stupor at this realization.