So my real name is Thom, I am 32 years old. I have an older sister who is 41 and two older brothers 38 and 35, I was an "accident".
My sister has 2 daughters and is divorced, The divorce was a though one because she had to deal with a narcissist, luckily things are going better, but as long as the fucker is alive the fucker stays insane. My oldest brother is an alcoholic who did things that I am not going to speak of, has HIV and suffered a cerebral infarction a few years back and lives with my parents, if he lives on his own he probably drinks himself to death. From his birth untill this moment a constant care for the family but most of all my parents (Who are the 2 sweetest people in the world btw)
My father is a heart patient and my mother just retired.
The other brother is in rehab because he can't stop using drugs when he drinks. This is the fourth time and he is confident he will overcome his addiction, I don't.
Sometimes I wish I wasn't an accident and never was born. Because all that shit (This is just a tip of the iceberg but I am not going to be detailed) what happened in my life because of 2 brothers, made me have no normal teenage years no puberty. I became an adult on my 13th birthday, my parents never were able to raise me on a proper way. So I did it myself.
Do I still love them? It has been difficult sometimes, but yes.
Why do I share this? Because certain people on this site gave me the strength to share this.
To the people on this site who may have experienced something similar or far worse: Always remember that you are not alone. You don't have carry a burden all by yourself.
Enjoy your week everyone!!
Peace!!