I tend to believe that friends are their in our lives to make us forget about the wounds that don’t wa to heal and just forget about the pain. I may laugh and smile during the day with other people but I know that when I’m alone at night whereby they is no one to laugh with or smile too, I remember the pain and all the sorrow and tears come running down my cheeks.

I for one had a father and a family only to find out that what I thought I had was not mine to have from the beginning. He was my stepfather but I never knew that because my biological father died when I was still a baby so I grew up in his family. I wouldn’t say that I was treated badly because I would be lying, those days were the best days of my life because I had a family that loved me deeply but all of that faded away the day when he and mother ended their relationship. I was torn apart by the fact that I was his stepdaughter but that was not the problem because he made sure that I never doubted the fact may he or may he not be my father. But the separation gave me a wound that even after 4 years it has not healed, their separation affected our relationship and also his family that I thought was also my family. To cut this short his family told my mother to never let me come and visit there anymore and the People that I used to call my brothers and uncles started to see a galfrnd in me and not family, and my “father” didn’t even fight for me or even check on me how I’m I doing NOTHING!! But again I guess he never took me as his daughter – he treated me great because I was his lover’s child. This is something I will never heal from and it also changed the way I see life.