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My mom side of the family hates me now.
And I don't even care, because I know she lied to all of them.
And I know she made up stories about how this is all my fault.
She's lying.
That doesn't bother me.
They all hate me.
That doesn't bother me.
They've turned their backs on me.
That doesn't bother me.
My brothers believe her.
That fucking kills me.