The last time I've ever felt loved was 10 years ago from my grandma. She was the only one who didn't dislike me compared to the test of my family, as specially my mother Jessica.
From the day she got pregnant with my father James and found out that is was a girl, she hated me. She tried everything that would hurt her baby. When James found out what she was doing, he told her he wanted a divorce after the baby was born and keep it to himself.
Jessica didn't want to lose her beloved so they agreed to have another baby to be a bigger family, but deep inside she wanted to get rid of me, so since the first day of my birth she tried her best to make my life hard.
A year later she got pregnant again with my sister, but after 8 months pregnancy she moved back to her family and gave birth with her parents next to her instead of my dad.
One day when she came back home there was a big argument. It ended up that my mother broke up contact with her parents, so she never had to see that child.
With time when I was 2 years old my mom gave birth to my brother, that was the first time she was so happy and made a party to celebrate her last child. James invited his wife's parents, when they told their daughter that they've done with her child she got much happier. Probably the best day of her entire life. During the party I was send to my fathers mother. My grandpa died not long after James was born, so my grandma lived all by herself, she never wanted to get married again because of her love to her husband.
My name is Lori Jansen.