That my younger brothers and family as a whole honestly believes that I still give one single fuck about any of their opinions, likes, interests, or lives in general. Every time one of them opens their mouth to criticize, belittle, or threaten me all they are doing is reminding me precisely why I am trying so hard to get away from them. I say it all the time, but I truly do mean what I say when I tell them that when I leave this house and start life on my own that NONE of them will ever hear from me again. I’ll just tell other people that I’m “estranged” from them. I’ll tell them the truth that I’ve been living with verbally, mentally, and emotionally abusive people for all of my life and that I finally found a way out. All I know is that when the next two years come to a close THEY will be the ones crying and begging me to stay, but what they won’t realize is that I’ve been gone for years now.