I'm 17 years old and I don't love my family.
I never knew my real dad. My mother almost totally ignored me between the ages of about 4-8. She was too busy IMing. My 1st stepdad was too concentrated on work to spend much time with us. My sister, who was born when I was 7, is a stupid, self-centered brat.
When my 1st stepdad and my mom divored, my mom paid much more attention to me. At the time I believed it was just her changing, but in retrospect I believe she just wanted to use me against my stepdad. My sister became even more self-centered and bratty as a result of my stepdad thinking she was God's other son. I was blamed for anything she did.
My moms new boyfriend was an ass. I hated him and I hated her for loving him. She dumped him later.
My mom found a new guy and married him about 4 years ago. They are still married. He is an egotistical jackass who shies away from any physical labor, and believes he is to be respected and feared just because he is the de facto head of household.
We used to live in California. After 8th grade, my mom said she, my stepdad, and my sister were moving to Arkansas. She promised me I could stay in California with my grandparents if I wanted to. She changed her mind last second and drug me there anyways. I hated her. I think part of me still does. I doubt I will ever forgive her for that.
Now I'm in 11th grade, and I still don't love my family. My mom is increasingly desperate to bond with me because I will soon be leaving, and I am increasingly determined to keep her at bay.
My stepdad says that it isn't normal for me to not love my family. He is wrong. Familial love is not sacred. It is not special. It is not exempt from the logic that something should deserve your love. He says I need to get over my grudges against her. Not hardly. I don't want to get over them. Why should I? Why should I care? I see no reason I should.
So, psychologists of NG, am I crazy?
I'm not trying to post a sob story, but I just wanna know if anyone else thinks I'm not normal.