Putting the pieces together when I got older made me have alot of resentment that turned into wisdom. Asking questions to myself like: why am I like this? Why am I so sensitive? Why do I hate myself? Why is my parents married but say they made a mistake? Why God keep giving me this heart to want to fix others, love everyone good or bad, and forgive? why am i stupid and naive?Why me? This was my words as I can remember at 12 years old. Growing up being made fun of for being different but just being myslef who wasn't accepted of the norms of the world. Mom would feel a way if I love to hang with my father, we were so alike but our tempers was so different but mom didn't see it that way. In her mind she says "you're just like your father", I hated that, why?...