I have a hateful family. They enjoy finding out whrn things have been rough for me. They loved, loved, loved, hearing gossip about my suicide attempt 12 years ago. That's their idea of a good time. I'm the family scapegoat. I would not care one bit if I do succeed in ending my life, what they think. They have put me in greater danger mental health and re suicide by their laughter over it.
Then there's the family I created or tried to create whrn I had children with a wolf in sheep's clothing. He has fully trained all of my children to shun me. I am 100% ignored for all holidays, bdays, mums day, etc.
I have no one. There is not one person on this earth who cares about me, other than men who pay me to use my body and pretend I'm their girlfriend.
Other than my dog, live a loveless existence. I'm currently living ok'ing for a rescue group for my dog because even if I'm too chicken to really die, I can't keep subjecting this innocent animal to the horrror of my depression. She deserves better. I would probably not be alive now had it not been for her, but I can't keep this up with her. She needs more.
Family? Human family? None. I have tormentors, people who are thrilled to hurt me.
If you do have loving, supportive family, envy you. Please try to let them love you. No one loves me. I'd give anything for love. I love my dog. That's why I have to let her go.