Life is not fair

How long have I been hearing this? All my life? Well it's not. I'm having a tripple break down. The dad one. The dead one. The Narc one. I have accepted all their flaws from the day I met them. I thought that was what you were supposed to do as a good person.

I'm trying to process, I'm trying to understand, I'm trying to believe it's not my fault. I can't stop crying, every body is mad at me for not being strong enought. It's just a bad day.

I'm sorry. I hurt.