So, I’m 25, I have had a very rough… life. Betrayals from every friend I made, I also felt it was my fault, but my therapist and others just look at me and go “it wasn’t your fault”. Last year I got into a car accident, and thought nothing happened and I was untouched. This year I found out I was wrong. I started having intense abdominal pain, found out I got two things from the car accident. Fat Necrosis, and… an paradudenal hernia. 12 inches of colon were out of place. I had laparoscopic surgery, and by chance they found it. I was told I would have died if it wasn’t taken care of. My mother was there for me for like a week. When I was in the ER before the surgery, she and my father stayed 2 days, left a day after for my younger sister’s graduation in another state. I know she’s important, but I feel like they see her as more than me. Honesty they see everyone and everything as more than me. They leave without warning even when I’m in pain. I have to take care of everything. No choice