Sometimes I ask myself what is family. Is it heaven? Hell? Happiness? Or just something you can never escape from. About 2 weeks ago I realized something about my mother. I don't hate her even though we disagree. I don't think she's stupid. I realized that my mother is someone I care deeply about. I discovered this when I heard her husband tell her she needs to go on a diet and called her a slave. It made me more than just uneasy. It made me break down into tears. My mother is far from perfect but that doesn't mean I don't love her. And it doesn't mean she should be treated like shit. No one should be abused in any way. Not physically. Not sexually. Not even verbally. I tried to forget about it. But I never will. Even my therapist called my father an ass. It's true. He is a selfish asshole that makes my mother believe she is his servant and does not deserve anything. I'm tired of this family. I've tried to talk to them. I've tried to help. But this, it just leaves me helpless like everything before. I'm tired of everything. No one deserves to be hurt. Not by themselves or anyone else. Ever.
