What’s your point in saying they’re my family? You know what that means, it means that I share the same blood as them. That’s it, and that’s only it. Period. Just because they’re family, I’m supposed to be automatically close to them? Does that mean they’ll automatically support me or love me unconditionally? No, it doesn’t. Because I support myself. Don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful for the roof over my head, but I know for a fact that if I wasn’t here, it wouldn’t make a difference. To be honest, I’m in a house full of strangers.
If they wanted me, then why did they try so hard to send me to the Philippines to get rid of me. If they loved me, why did my dad abuse me so much throughout my years of growing up? If they really wanted me here, why do they also talk shit in Tagalog thinking I don’t understand. They always say “He’s such a nuisance.” I’ve been playing dumb, but I understand it fluently.
My point is that, we only share the same blood, that’s it. And I despise it when people have the nerve to say, “I’m sure they love you and support you, I mean they are family.” What exactly do you know about my relationship with my family and I? And I’m so envious of the people who can talk to their parents, siblings and other family about anything. I’m envious of people who have a firm and close relationship with their family.
This was me. Now since I moved away, it’s been better :/
This