So yesterday, happened and well, I finally realized how much my stepfather's mother absolutely hates my mother, my first brother and I. I talked to my mum about it and she told me, my stepfather's whole family honestly preferred his previous wife over her- the previous wife who cheated on him. His mother hates my mother because she views my mum as a burden to her son, and she hates my brother and I for being two extra mouths for him to feed and clothe and care for. Yesterday, what happened was that she yelled at me for closing the door in her face because it got stuck, and refused to acknowledge me throughout the time she spent at my house. Later on, she asked me if my parents knew that I had a picture of my primary school teacher with me on my board. I told her yeah, that picture was taken on the day I got my PSLE certificate because he had helped me so much that I got into the top 15% of my school ((possible top 20% of Singapore as well, but whatever.)) But then she later told my dad I had a picture of my boyfriend on my board ((he's gay for god's sake what even))). Then she asked me what's wrong with my mother. I didn't want to tell her that my mum just got pregnant again because she doesn't deserve to know it, so I told her she was just sick these few days. And she (!!!!) went out of my room saying something about "hopeless". 

I don't really care that she hates us, because I'm pretty sure she's going to pass on sooner or later. But... just, she keeps telling my stepfather to take care of himself, keeps giving my youngest two brothers ((half-brothers, if you want to get technical)) a lot of money and toys and all. And compare it with the way she treats us. What, just because we're not blood related you want to shun us out of the family? Thanks, really. 

So, i don't know, I have a lot of problems at home to the point that even self-harm isn't cutting off these problems ((that irony)). It used to help, make me feel better, make me feel like I definitely can live through all these problems that I face everywhere. But now... It's like I'm immune. There's nothing I can do. 

But I'm still trying. I'm trying. I want to hear what other families are like, what goes wrong in their home. I've told minor snippets of my life to others, maybe by hearing out others' stories I'd feel better knowing that there are people out there facing similar problems?

So, if you don't mind, please share some stories. Some to keep me going. Some to stop me from stopping. Sharing is caring, I guess?