being an adult and watching others succeed because they have stable relationships with their families can actually be so demoralizing, because while they were experiencing growing up you were only surviving
they were learning how to love and be loved and maintain good solid relationships but you had no time for that because you were learning to differentiate between your families footsteps and listening for the volume and suddenness of doors closing and opening
and sometimes all this comes crashing into you when you’re out of danger, living completely alone and you’re making pasta and watching the water boil but you’re still back in your childhood home scared to come out of your room because your moms washing dishes angrily and all your friends are online wishing that they could save you
