Hatred For My FamilyI feel bad saying I hate my family because I know that it sounds terrible to most people. The truth is they treat me badly. I've always been the black sheep of the family. I've always been the one who is left out, gets talked crap about, gets told I'm wrong for anything and everything, who gets picked apart, and who gets blamed no matter.
I'm 28 years old and nothing has changed. I'd love to say that I love them and yes part of me does but I can honestly say there is a stronger part of hatred then there is love.
I feel like hating them makes me a bad person but I can say that part of me hates them.