BabyDeepBlue

The more I deal with people, the more they make me sick.  A person I thought was a friend really screwed me over.  Then my aunt basically hung up on me because I was talking about my uncle who left my so called aunt.  I was a kid when this happened and also I had my own set of problems going on because at the time I was being raped over and over on at least a weekly basis.  The last thing my so called aunt said to me was that my sister and I were so and so's girlfriends.  Why should I hate someone when I don't know the circumstances behind it and he was good to me like an uncle should be and a so called aunt who was a bit*h to me?   My uncle is not blood.  Neither was the uncle who raped me repeatedly.  People really do make me sick.