and it's amazing. i know exaaactly how you feel. i'm actually quite at a fragile moment right now, so reading that almost made me "mist" a little (since i decided i don't cry anymore) and well... i know how you mean. i know what it's like to feel like someone's intruded my life. i know what it's like to be so close and warm with ur dad and for him just to become nearly obsolete. i know what it's like to never feel comfortable in your house. i use home very carefully too. like that one day how you came over and said "i wish i lived in a big house" and the only thing i could think of, honestly, to respond to that was how i wished i didn't. because it doesn't mean anything to me. there aren't any memories here of me and my brother setting carpet on fire under the staircase, or finding rollie pollies in the backyard, or parading around the backyard and then stepping on a nail... and i guess to other people all that seems pretty gay- but when u have to leave it all behind to accomodate for people who aren't even your own blood, who u didn'
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I'm so sorry. And thank you for the response you gave. it helps just to like, as cheesy as it sounds, but it helps to know I'm not alone. A lot of people don't understand where I'm coming from, and it really works to know that at least one person out there does. As for memories, I know how that is too, we used to live in an adequately sized house by peach hill, and it wasn't amazing or anything, but me and John had so many memories, like, every saturday night, was our night with our dad, and we would randomly make little forts out of furniture, or make a tree house, and tie blankets in the tree, or build box......idk...shelters I supppose, and we played with our dog of whom we really loved a lot, and it felt like a home to me. My mom always hated the house, and when we had to move after my dad moved out(we would haev still had to move, but this happened at the same time), I was sad, and didn't want to leave, and my mom was like, disgusted with the fact that I didn't want to leave, but that house had more memories and love in it than
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And from reading your post, I've decided I'm giving you a really big hug and saying that anyone who treats you or your brother terribly is an extreme asshole and doesn't even come close to deserving you. Alas, this is where my experise ends, as I do not have a stepfather, but if you need someone to talk to, I am here for you as well. <3
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