Um, I just moved out of my house, away from my toxic household. I'm supposed to be happy and relieved, right? A part of me is. But the other part of me feels kinda empty and sad. Although my parents were toxic, I created a lot of happy memories with them and I know they love me in their own way. It's just that their love cannot seem to accept this version of me. It's a real dilemma *sigh*











