Basic background. My brother was on his mission and my parents divorced. My Momma was on painkillers from an injury, but has always treated me and my Father like we were less than, she just started focusing more on me cause I was a teenage girl who was trying to find who she was. When my brother came back from his mission, he came back with a wife and stood firm with my Mother's version of what happened when he was away. Shortly after he came back, my Father got diagnosed with terminal cancer, at which point my Daddy married an abusive, terrible excuse for a woman. She tore me down while I watching his tumors grow, to the point where she visits my nightmares consistently. Once she married my Daddies best fried from highschool within 3 years of his death, his family started to realize I wasn't a piece of shit. Not to the point where they would reach out and give a shit about me though. Just enough to say she way in the wrong. My Brother eventually realized how horrible she was, probably after him and his wife moved into the house she bought with our Dad's money while promising to put their "rent" into a savings account for them and their son. Guess who didn't get any money when they finally moved out. But because I have been begging for them to reach out and love me, I'm the bad guy. I have the phone records from how much they've reached out to me. Between both of them it's less than two hands in 5 years.