when i was 5 my parents were obsessed with jesus. there were no pictures of me around the house, only of them and, jesus. it made me very upset later when I was around 7 or 8, i thought they didn't love me. a year or so later my parents adopted a boy aged 6, his name was tommy, and his pictures started appearing around the house within a week of him living with us,and of course also more jesus pictures. after 3 months i got the courage to ask them if they love me, what they said, ruined me, they said "we love you, but not as much as jesus or tommy" i was broken for ever, i still cry about it at 2am at night.
-poor Timmy, 34
