I Wish I Could Just Renounce My Biological Kin...

I had dreams and aspirations when I was growing up, but my family (meaning my mother) couldn't find the time to support them, yet my homosexual cousin Steadman gets to go to a great college with a music program and live out his dreams because he got all the support that he needed. So, my family never gave me the support that I needed as far as all of that went when I was a child growing up -- except for a few people, of course: my sister Kasey, my brother-in-law Kelby, my grandmother, aunt Lisa, uncle Rick, and another close relative named John Porter, not to mention a few other people in my family who seem to understand me really well, including my father, who has been dead for over eleven years. Does that sound like your life? If so, then tell me about it in the comments section below and we can share our troubled stories together.