I feel so alone and misunderstood. I had poor upbringing. We lived in poverty. My father was alcoholic and he was abusive, my mom told me to not talk about this with others. When I grew older it got worse. I tried to talk with my friends about it, but they didn't pay much attention. Growing up my parents didn't pay much attention to me and my brother. My father didn't care and my mom was either at work or doing chores at home. One day we moved out, but my mom still didn't have much time for us, thought at least it was more peaceful. Fast forward to few years later. I am at uni, in another town. I learnt to suppress my emotions, so they don't get in my way. I met a cute trans girl. At first I liked her only as a friend, but tension grew and we started to hug, then cuddle, then kiss. I genuinely loved her and so did she. I think this relation gave me the affection I so desperately needed. She helped me open up. I broke up out of fear of judgement, cuz she is trans. I regret it...