I am so envious of people who have a close and loving family. Many years ago I thought that at least my childhood was a good one but when I really started to think about it and remember the things that both my parents did it was just something I invented in my head or perhaps it was a wish. Are there good memories? Sure but they are tainted and they were even before my parents completely let go of their few positives and the little humanity they had in them. And it's not just my parents that are like all the rest of my family too, on both sides.
Four-hundred-ninth day of waiting.