Never in a million years.

I don't think I'll ever forgive my mom for what she did to me. I've always been kinda mistrusting at first, naturally wary. It can take months, even years for me to finally start trusting people. For my mom, I had always trusted her. She never really cared for me, truly. I was just a money baby. She had me so the government would pay more for her sake as a "helpless mother". At first I was hurt, but I never cared much for her either. But then my elder sister, we'll call her Melody, began to turn on our mother. She hated me with a passion, though sometimes we teamed up to get things we needed, like food, and water. Things our mother was too horrible to remember to get us. She was too busy f*ucking guys in her bedroom. Ew. My father kinda cares for me, but it's sympathy. After the divorce when I was five, my life was completely and utterly empty. I felt abandoned, unwanted and unloved, though I didn't know the words at the time.Still wary as always, I could feel the little connection with my family slowly slip away. I blamed myself, being just the money baby. My parents fought all the time, often yelling at me and Melody and never giving us a let up. But I was still loyal, as I am. But her boyfriend broke me.
BENDrowned BENDrowned
22-25, F
Aug 30, 2014