It basically all started when I was born. Which sounds really stereotypical but it’s true. I have 2 older brothers and my mom really wanted a 3rd boy. But, I’m a girl. So right away she hated me. She didn’t want to be a mom who disowned her kid though. So around the time I turned 10 and developed my own mindset of who I was, she started abusing me. She would get drunk and do it and not remember the next day. Eventually my dad got custody of me, and the abuse quit about 3 months ago. Even still I go through mental abuse with my dad. I have depression and anxiety so somethings things can be hard to do. He tends to tell me that I’ll never make it in life and says I’ll end up like my mom. I’m also gay which goes against my entire family. They ask “how I got this way” then I have my friends who support me. Which is amazing. But I have this friend who supports trump, which kinda goes against me being gay. She doesn’t support black lives matter and is pro life. Kinda sucks.