

For blood relations, I was the family member that stood up for myself and didn’t blindly follow expectations, so I was the “bad” one. In order to save face, there was a lot of triangulation between parties to make me seem like an abuser/user and themselves the victim. “Oh, i_dont_want_to is keeping my grandchild away because of a petty argument. They like to weaponize access!” (The real issue was a safety issue they did not want to correct. My dad relapsed and became dangerous. They leave that part out.)
My chosen family consists of people that love me for who I am. Not who they expect me to be. People that respect my boundaries. People that build me up, not tear me down. People that support me, even if I am making decisions they would not make. (As long as I am not hurting anyone!)


Eyyyy welcome fellow nb.