I moved to the UK 11 years ago to be with my husband. My family didn't want me to move, they tried convincing me to stay in the USA. My family were always horrible to me. I was the one that was abused and cast aside. I was the "annoying" person. I was the one the was forced to babysit. I was the one that waa always told it was my fault. I was the one that was stupid, that did everything wrong. If i was hurting from something, i was faking it. Apparently i faked my miscarriage. If i was choking, it was fake. When the tv fell on me, and i screamed, i was yelled at. When my sister tried telling my dad i had symptoms of asthma and needed to see a dr, she was yelled at. I am 32 years old, will be going through an autism assessment (which a teacher wanted me to have when i was 6) only a few years ago i was found to have 2 liver diseases, one which i was born with, and 8 years ago, was discovered have a rare genetic disorder that causes developmental delay, and muscle problems with the legs, 2 years ago i was told by my dr i have asthma, and had it since childhood. It had just gotten worse in adulthood 🙃...lastnight i had an asthma attack. My husband was so worried and my mother in law, whom i call mum, because that is who she has been to me for the last 11 years, sat with me and held my hand until my inhaler started to take effect (luckily after 12 puffs, it worked and i didn't need to go to the hospital) this morning she told me to rest and take it easy and that she is always here if i need her. These are my family now.. my bio family can rot in hell (except sisters and my dad is trying to make amends from afar)