rabbit hole

The best way to describe it. In 2013 we moved back to our hometown. my job i was at had went out of business as did my husbands. woth having another baby it was hard sp we decoded tp move back , be closer to family, my husband would be working at the store his brother opened up. i thought how amazing it was going to be being back and my boys will have their grandparents and cousins, we would have help! i could never have been more wrong pr misguided. i have a 2 sisters both are younger. my middle sister has a horrible drug problem that led to all 6 of her children being removed from her care. my parents adopted 2 and my youngest sister adopted her only son. now this, is the only possible reason or logic that made sense to me. my family didn’t have the time, or wouldn’t find the time for us. my parents never could handle my mentally handicapped son. they hardley every offered to babysit, nothing, i chalked it up to them raising my sisters daughters. but it was like they forgot they still had 1. i don’t know what i ever did to my parents to make them feel the way they do about me , but there was never that bond. i never felt that love from them. maybe i can remember some but not much.