Obviously, for the shelter.
But also, for displaying deception, sin, untrustworthiness, wrongdoing, etc.
Because of that, I've become a stronger person.
Maybe that's a bad thing, that I've gone through that right of passage,
but still, I think I would've been more susceptible to breakdown if I had experienced such evils elsewhere. Coming from family, I have learned to cope with it more and more as each day goes by.
Because you can't hate family.
Or, at least, I can't. I am obligated to accept them and I do.
So thanks.
For slimily sweet-talking in front of faces and stabbing backs from behind.
Because of you, I've found who I won't be. I won't be a liar.
