The past can be haunting,
With every passing year it feels like a fleeting dream.
Sometimes I wonder how I can live like this.
My childhood was a relatively normal and happy one. I have three little sisters, two of which share a father with me. No brothers at all. Just us girls. Hell, there was hardly ever a long-term man around as I grew up. My mother had shitty luck and it was not until I was about to turn 18 that she finally found a man she is genuinely happy with. He is actually a pretty decent person. I didn't really see it when I was younger, but to be honest I think a lot of my issues with him came from the issues we have always had with our father.
Looking in the mirror I now realize it's never been me looking back.