Five years ago I moved away from home because I was so depressed about my extremely dysfuntional family and was beginning to follow in their footsteps. About a week ago I went home to visit after being away for two years, only to find that things hadn\'t changed. My mom and her discusting boyfriend were still smoking crack, my younger sister was still addicted to pills, and my older sister was still in prison for drugs and prostitution. My mom laid a few items on a table and told me to choose from them what I wanted for Christmas. Almost half of the items were gifts I had given to her in the past. I picked a couple of things and got out of there as fast as I could so that I wouldn\'t cry in front of her. I keep going home with the hopes that things have gotten better, but they just seem to keep getting worse. I love my family so much, but I can\'t take seeing them in their pathetic situations. Pretty soon they\'re going to push me away for good.
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