I’m sure others have had similar experiences but throughout my childhood and highschool, my friend group consisted of drug dealers and drug addicts and criminals. So there was times when I would head over to a “normal persons” house and see their family and how they interacted.

It would enrage me seeing little kids getting played with or a crying teenager getting asked what’s wrong. I kinda found a home with my friends because we were all kinda the same, all damaged people just in different ways.

I remember this kid invited me to his July 4th party and seeing people hug him and ask how he’s doing, i was feeling so strange inside like is this how a normal family works? I wonder if anyone else experienced something similar.