Family? Not really.
Criticism is all they give me.
They rip at my flesh and tear at it until all you can see my bones.
I am open to new wounds.
I'm vulnerable to everyone including myself.
I rarely get complements.
And affection.. well I don't remember the last time we hugged.
It hurts to know that my relationship with my family is slowly fading away.
I know my life isn't the worst, but it isn't the best either.