I got everything from my mother except my rabbit. I'll pick her up when I can afford to take care of her.

Y'know, I was scared on the way there, but when we had to make our second trip back, I wasn't at all. My mother refused to come to the door. We picked up my shit and left.

I was thinking that when this is all taken care of, I'm going to tell my mother that she's no different than my father. All she ever did was let the abuse happen, she just stood idly by whenever I needed her. She's too much of a coward to realize that my sister has become a horrible person.

She always told me she'd love my sister and I if either of us turned out gay. I feel like I've just grown up being told a lie.

She never wanted anything else out of us other than to make her a grandmother someday.

I hate her so fucking much but at the same time I want to cry. I don't have a family anymore. I lost all I had left because of hatred for something I can't control. I always felt like she'd be happier if it was me instead of my brother who died after birth.

I used to fear becoming like my parents. I'm not afraid of that anymore because I know it won't happen. I will never, ever be them. I'm too good to be them.