i have died, everyday.

You know, i can really relate to everything you said. When I was young I was happy with my family but now that I am here I hate them. I come from a very normal family and so no one suspects what my parents could have done to me. When I go to visit them now I figure it’s less effort just to smile and give friendly hugs.. I was never the favourite of the two children but that’s not my main concern, i was the one with depression, the one with the problems, the one who left a mess and didn’t call when i was going to be late home. i was every problem that they had. It all ended with my mother spitting the words “You’re a horrible *****, a worthless mean piece of shit” and my father throwing me against a bench. Dramatic right? It just happened and now it’s done. I ran away from them as often as possible and now I live far away with my loving and dedicated boyfriend who was with me through the trauma.. I bet you think I’m older than 18 .. I hope eventually you and I can both put the past behind us.. the feeling of being too different to be ok. It gets easier with distance. I truly hope you never cut yourself off from your family and that in some form you can mend the pain they have caused you, but i also deeply understand your hatred right now.

You’re right.. why should you feel bad for hating people who have driven you to insanity?
But I also hope you can find a reason not to later on in life.