My family was never a family. I'm a bastard. My parents weren't married when they had me and never got married because they separated when I was only 10 months old. I've never known that white picket fence life, though that surprises many people.
My family is comprised of a mother who I love even though she took me to hell and back, a stepdad with gray hair working a night job, a half brother who is a troublesome ginger, a depressed teen daughter who is a whole other can of worms, two cats and a dog.
My second family is comprised of a power hungry business lunatic as a father, a lazy, money wasting, soon-to-be stepmom, 13 dogs, and two unfed horses, and two neglected cats.
Still, with all of this chaos, people still think I that average cookie cutter home. We're working on it and, realistically, I'm the problem, but the mental abuse cannot be forgotten or undone.
Also, we don't have a white picket fence, we're getting a silver chain link one.
