“My parents died when I was 7…”
It’s easier to say that compared to say the truth that they separated and left me from one relative after another while they’re banging different people and living their best lives
When I turned 13 my Grandma said I was too young to understand, that it’ll get easier when I turn older
When I turned 20 my Aunt said I need to understand and forgive my parents and that’s the only time that life will be easier
But I’m 27 now, still waiting for that moment that it’ll be easier…
Easier to forgive
Easier to forget
Easier to love
Easier to heal
How can you forgive someone who should’ve taught you how to love, but broke your heart instead?
How can you forget the pain that two of the most important people in your life have caused
How can you love another person when no one really loved you unconditionally?
How can you heal when they still constantly break your heart and rip it open over and over again until there’s nothing left
And who in the fucking world would make their Wedding Anniversary date be the same as their daughter’s birthday and not plan on fighting to work it out and be together? You both really ruin it every fucking year for me.
Mom & Pops thanks for giving me this life, now take it back.