Loathe Is the Word!
I had a horrible time growing up, not only because I was the scapegoat in my family, but I was ostracized among my peers because of being in an all-white school and being mixed-race. What's worse, we lived in an all black neighborhood for a couple of years in my uncle's rental house, and there, it wasn't even safe for me to go outside, such was the hatred of the local girls for me. They called names, and threatened to beat me up, etc. I spent my entire youth being rejected by every group. It was misery. It's weird now, because my experience is the exact opposite as an adult. Now, people think I'm exotic, or they think I'm a member of their group (racially, ethnically), or they just think I'm attractive and like me because of it. I've got lots of scars from my childhood, though. Mostly, I don't trust, and I expect to be hurt, betrayed, rejected, hated, left and blamed. (how's that for baggage?) Fear not, though: I'm working on it.