The only place that I feel truly safe and wanted, isn't the place I would have expected. It isn't with my Mum. It's not even at Grannie and Papa's. It's at my Aunty Liz's house. Even though that's where I was when I found out about Mum and Marty, they encouraged me to express what I was feeling when I wouldn't. They talked to me, and listened when I talked to them. They were the shoulder I cried on. They say that I am always welcome whenever. They don't treat me like a kid, there I am an adult.

I don't feel like that anywhere else.