I Hate My Parents
I cant stand my parents. I have spent years pushed in the shadows of the anger trying my best to compare to my siblings that got it all, including the ones of no blood relation. I never did anything wrong but be born with a mouth of honesty, to much for my parents to handle. I want what most people want love and respect. To be drawn into the family circle and noticed. Instead I got to be the ever hated black sheep. years have gone by and my hatred for them has gone from self blame to intense frustration. Recently my grandparents faked there death. I believed they were dead, I had no reason to not believe. My children believed they were dead. When I couldn't the facts I wanted I took the imitative to investigate. I called ever coroner, sheriff, police station and requested a home visit by the local police. My grandparents were home the whole time laughing. There justification in this was they were doing there will and need to know if we cared about them. Do I need to even say it! My mother was in on this and found this excuse justifiable. My father who hates her agrees that some how I and my children deserve this.
I never had my parents to be there for me why would I have thought so now!
I wish far to much and expect way to little!
I never had my parents to be there for me why would I have thought so now!
I wish far to much and expect way to little!