The reason I moved to Lbk was so I didn't have to deal with bullshit. But now I realize that I have a home, with the love of my life & maybe one day a little love of my life, that bullshit can't ever enter. I don't need to run away, I just need to remember that bullshit can't barge into my life, no matter how hard it tries.
Just completely solidifies my theory that my extended family are assholes. (Except for a select few). May you all get caught for destroying my life for the past two years, for trying to make my life as pathetic as yours and may karma catch you quickly.