12 months old, when my fuucking sister was born, they should have drown her at birth
The rest of my family not much better, waste of fuucking breathing space
Except my mum, she's the best
I loved and respected my family even though they were imperfect. We all made mistakes, but to hate your family is to hate yourself. What a waste of energy and a loss .
I was seven.
That's when they started "weigh ins".
Hate is an awfully strong word. I don't hate them, but I don't speak with them or want anything to do with them. My brother would come home from army and treat me really badly. I'm pretty sure it bordered on abuse.
5 years old...
Never... Crazy and chaotic but I love them all.