My family is broken into pieces 🤡💔

Growing up in a family where trust was as rare as a sunny day in Seattle, I learned early how fragile relationships can be. My parents' 24-year age gap made things weird—my dad was mistaken for my grandpa, and he was too tired and bitter to ever be the goofy dad I needed. My mom’s side was my only refuge, but even that crumbled when my aunt cut us off over ancient drama, taking my cousin—my best friend—with her. Just when I thought I had a brother to lean on, he shattered everything with betrayal I can’t even say out loud without shaking. And then, my grandma, the only real rock I had, passed away. Now, I’m left with a handful of relatives, each relationship shadowed by suspicion, jealousy, and the constant fear of being hurt again. How do you rebuild trust when every bridge is burned? How do you stop yourself from snooping, doubting, or accusing when all you’ve known is betrayal? If you’ve been through this, how did you ever learn to trust again? Please, share your thoughts—I’m desperate for answers. 😅🤷‍♀️🙃 #FamilyTrust #BrokenBonds #SeekingAdvice #RomanticRelationships