bad_guy_mike

It's hard to live without family. Especially when they won't leave you alone.

I know, I know, explaining is in order.

Since I can remember, those who raised me have either never had a good thing to say about my accomplishments, or never bothered to try and make things better. I've grown up trying to meet standards so high that I'll never reach them, therefore remaining a worthless piece of shit in his eyes. While this may not be anything huge to some of you, having these feelings build up for many, many years takes its toll. Not having the acceptance of the only constant father figure in my life while passive aggressively being made to feel like I'm nothing has been going on far too long. So long and so much, in fact, that last night I cut them off. Now that things are finally going right in my life, I can no longer continuing living a life associated with people who don't bother to try and support me or change a long cycle that already drove their own son half way across the world. Yes, it's hard. But a necessary sacrifice in the life I am now living. Do I regret it? Not for a second. When faced with a force unwilling to change, drastic measures must be taken in order for mental, and physical, survival to be obtained.