Be My Escape

Prologue

For as long as I could remember, my life had been nothing but tears, depression, and disappointment, and in certain ways it still is, but some things you just can't change, and I've come to terms with that. As my therapist once told me, "The first stage to recovery is acceptance", and I'm here, alive, and fully accepting the fact that my family is a fucking joke. Some would say I'm going about this whole acceptance, recovery thing the wrong way but hey, when your family is as pathetic as mine then you can come and judge me on the way I'm going about the situation but for now... you just have to learn see the humor in things.

But, on a more serious note...

When you're a child everything seems so simple; you soar through your teenage years, complete high school, finish college, fall in love, out of love, and then back in love again, and then start a family, live happily ever after even when you're old and grey. Oh, if only it were that easy. If only my silly, naive, 8-year-old self knew how to prepare for the emotional rollercoaster ride called life. That shit flips you upside-down and then teases you a little bit by keeping you upright and stable, only to flip you again, and again, and again.

Im talking about all those long nights waiting for my parents to come home, praying to god that they were even still alive. And to all those nights I spent thinking of running away, finding someone I could put my heart and soul into. If only I knew what an emotional wreck I'd become once he crept his way into my life. If only I knew that he'd be partners with my parents. If only I knew that he'd be my escape.