These relationships sucked anyway.

I loved my mother. Now I am so hurt, I just have to let go. I don't want to cause any trouble.

I'm glad I didn't send the receipts, that wouldn't have given me the desired apology and empathy anyway.

This family always sucked. Was my father a jerk, too? What would have been had he lived?

Did my mother help kill him?

Did he really try to molest my sister?

I'm from a bad family with bad DNA. All I can do is try to rise above it.

It's so hard to concentrate or do anything. I am so consumed with depression and grief. But I'm trying...

It would have taken such minimal effort from my family to have made me feel loved. One ounce of compassion, one word of support, but they sided with that she-devil.

I guess I have deep seeded hatred toward my mother since I was a little girl.

I remember thinking, while she was screaming at me, how I hated her and one day I'd be free of her.