December 5, 2009

I can’t express to my TRUE family how much I truly love them….

My family has been broken, disjointed, unloving, unknowing, insane, and intolerable.

My first notion of love is of my mother, as with most people. My mother is clinically insane. She lied to me, on a daily basis, from the day I was born til the day I moved out. To this day, whenever I have to talk to her, she still lies to me. She lied to me about my father, my grandfather, my entire family, reality, the human race, and my own health.

As a kid I believed I had a possibly terminal disease and acted as such. When I finally got away, I was taken to a doctor who told me I have never had anything wrong with me.

I regret having to talk to all of those counselors after the divorce and move and not having the strength or knowledge to be able to deal with, and release, my issues.

I regret wasting 8 years of my life in complete solitude from the rest of the world.

I regret having everything I love turn in to a lie.

But what I regret most of all, is that I can’t truly express to my TRUE family, or myself, how much I truly love them. The family that took me in as one of their own. The one who accepted me as their son without even adopting me. The family whose son has been my best friend for most of my “free” years and continues to be my hetero-lifemate.

I do love you guys, I just wish I could really tell you that.

Submitted by: Mike

posted to Family,Yourself

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