Last night I watched the Story of Steve Irwen. Seeing how good that family was, and still is. It upset me so bad because my family was, and still is so rotten, and I resented that I didn't get any of that, even to this day. I asked, what did I do wrong, to have such turmoil through my whole life. I never thought I was a bad person. I was in my bedroom, by my self, and cried my eyes out. I haven't ever cried about my disfunctional family before, but after seeing how most normal family's are towards each other, I felt so hurt. I know this is about things said to us, but I felt I needed to share because I never realized how life could have been, and how much I had lost. I know it is suppose to make me stronger, but it never did.