... I hate my family

It is an illusion, well crafted, and much said, that my family "loves" me.

This is a LIE

Although it would be unfair of me to say I hate all of them. The truth is I hate all of them, save one. One of my three brothers I don't hate, he is saved from being included in the family when I say, quite honestly, that I hate my family.

I am tired of being told one thing "I/We love you" and having actions speak to the contrary. I have come to realise that I am indeed, The Black Sheep of the family. Other members are treated with a different set of rules and expectations, while at the end of the day I get the short end of the stick, or no stick whatsoever.

I'm done playing this game. I'm tired of having hope that things have changed between us, they never change for the better, only worse. I'm done hoping, dreaming, or planning on my family to support me and help me when I need it. THEY WON'T. At the end of the day, my family won't be there for me.

Only my friends will.