It's always been this way for me.

So, I guess you could say I wasn't surprised when it continued on past just my parents.

In reality, it's probably my fault.

It started when I was younger.

While I was growing up, my parents couldn't possibly give a single damn about me. I was just supposed to look out for myself.

I would fuck up left and right with simple things and they would just stand on the sidelines smiling like dolls pretending that we were perfectly normal.

We weren't. I wasn't.

At first I relied on them to make sure I ate or didn't injure myself, so on and so forth, but that quickly changed.

I had to do everything on my own. If I couldn't do it myself, then it wasn't going to happen.

I learned how to make basic meals after a while and I would come and go in the house whenever I wanted.

If I left at 4 in the morning and didn't come back for two days my parents would hardly even notice.

So through out my whole childhood, I was ignored.

Did it surprise me when I got into a "relationship" (if you can even call it that.) that I was still ignored and neglected?

No.

When he started "working late" every night. At least then he had the decency to lie to me then.

Then there were the times where he'd be gone for a whole day, sometimes two.

Then, after a while, he just stopped caring.

He'd bring other people home and try to hide it - albeit, lazily.

Then I caught him with one of them and that's when it spiraled out of control.

He'd act like we weren't in a relationship. He'd do anyone and anything he wanted.

It didn't matter.

Did it surprise me when I got home and I heard them upstairs?

No.