This isn't necessarily a 'story' I want to tell but lately I've been at war with myself and need an outlet. Everyone has been through hard times in their lives. Growing up you are raised to believe that 'Family is One' and you should protect those of the same blood line as you. Your family is supposed to be your backbone and foundation for when you need them most. So who do you blame when family is your main source of pain? Who do you blame when you're family can't be there? Is it your fault? Based On A True Story.