The cat

I don’t know my family very well. I’m not very close to anyone, no cousins no friends.
My whole life I wished for that closeness to someone. My dad left my mom when I was very young, she would always choose her boyfriend (at the time) over me.
I ended up in homeless shelters before I was 18. I didn’t know how to love or except anyone. I was so jealous of people with their happy family and close sibling relationships.
I became a raging alcoholic while trying to keep myself financially stable, wishing that death would find me soon.
I ended up at the animal shelter (once I finally had an apartment of my own)
Adopted a severely abused cat. It took awhile but she finally warmed up to me. She’s showed me more love than I’ve ever experienced in my life. I also stopped drinking… her name is “Love” ironically.