Dying inside

I understand how you feel. Before I can remember, my parents got divorced. Dad cheated on Mom, so I’ve been told. Up until I was about eight years old, my dad did his best to raise my sister and me, along with the help of my grandparents. I don’t remember much from back then, but I do remember when he started dating again. What a slew of ladies.. I’m rambling, sorry. He eventually came across the woman he’d marry and she was great at first. But after a while she began to show her true colors. Turns out, dear old Dad married a *****. With a matching step brother. My father is a good man, as far as many things go, but he is a spineless coward when it comes to women. So he let her twist and mold my already damaged psyche into the gem it is today. It’d be unfair to give her all the credit.. I was essentially destined to battle depression. My mom has it, her mom has it, her grandfather had it, my sister has it… But my lovely step mother introduced me to anger and hate. I had a horrible childhood, my friend. Much like the one I imagine you’re enduring. I’m sorry you have to. My advice to you is to do your very best to not let it affect you the way it did me. Do what I never could and figure out how to brush off all the negativity. As for the no friends thing.. In my experience, friends have always been that way toward me. Using me for things. Eventually getting tired of me. But it’s never all bad. I’ve acquired two solid friends that’ll be with me through thick and thin, and vise versa. Bonded by mutual pain and perfect memories. You’ll find yours someday. Hang tight. Help is always here.