Half of my story

My life has been miserable since I was born. When I was 7 years old, I had to be a parent to my parents because they didn’t know how. I was forced to listen to my mother and give her advice about her life, but they forgot that I needed a parent too — that I was still a child. I stood up like both a mother and a father to my siblings. I never got to experience how to depend on somebody. I’ve never once opened up about my feelings to them.

My family is full of narcissistic people, and I’m so tired of them. I’m actually very unhealthy; I’ve suffered from lots of illnesses ever since I turned 5. I’m currently suffering from mild pneumonia, asthma, and anemia. My family and I got into a massive fight. They’re all against me, and no one actually stood by my side. They brought up my medical expenses and some other things. They also cursed me while repeatedly saying that I’m useless.

My so-called abusive father called today asking me for something, and there’s a new problem again that I have to solve myself because they’re not capable of it. I also just found out that he’s not my real father. It’s been years, and they didn’t tell me anything about it. Everyone knew except me. I found out that my real father is actually dying right now from illnesses too.