…over the family into which I was born.
I had a really long post about this topic that I’ve written twice and never finished and published. I think for my own mental health, it’s probably better to just put up something simple rather than inflicting on everyone yet another attempt at trying to explain my family.
My blood family is fucked up — I’ve said it before and I’ll always say it. I much prefer the family I’m building with Kim, and the extended family of friends that has grown over the past few years.