My parents worship a murderer*.

My (18F) parents (my dad has 3 sons, and I am the only daughter, so they actually* have four children) just don't understand how my upbringing was so brutal, neglectful, and just bizzare. It was so, I honestly don't know how they can be so blind. Last night I was talking about how I *used to* hit my swords, take baths, and make fire leases and they were weirded out. They forgot I used to hit swords. They forgot I used to take baths. They forgot I used to do a fire dance. I even hit/removed a secondary sword at my wedding, after I berated my parents for wanting to make me a pincushion.<br><br>They are not very well liked by many people and honestly I might as well be an only child and their transgender daughter. It also makes me sad that my husband is probably better parented than me, I'm just glad I was able to have therapy this year. Forgot to add my husband is *actually* my husband, not my glorified sperm donor/abusive boyfriend *like I was originally made to believe when my first child was born*. My son was healthy and I was very biddable, which I'm sure hurt my mental health and my husband being older and mature probably helped. I just hope my son (and daughter) have a relatively normal childhood, I just hope they never forget the time we *accidentally lit our house on fire*, something my husband and I joke about all the time and I just forgot to add, so yeah.<br><br>I can't say more, but I am thankful for my husband, children, and especially *therapy*.