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I never thought relationships were meant to last forever. People come and go, and life goes on. Having divorced parents gives you some inevitable scepticism about love and acceptance. The strangest part about family, for me, is the idea that you’re supposed to love these seemingly random people, who you might not have a single thing in common with other than blood.
My love for my family has, in the past, been cradled by feelings of inadequacy, mistrust, disrespect and, especially when I was younger, hatred. While growing up I often said to myself that once I’d left home, I wouldn’t look back.
