I come from a middle class family, but before that, it was just me and my mother. My step father came into my life around 7 yrs old or so, a house, good job, etc. 
Me and my mother moved in with him after they had been dating for a couple of years, I don’t remember how long after, but it was quite the adjustment. It was strict, I had chore lists that looked like an employee schedule that was to begin instantly upon arrival, and if I didn’t complete it, there was usually hell to pay. fast forward to middle school, I never left my room,specifically to avoid any conflict from him(notable that he was on steroids and worked out regularly). There were always fights that seemed to be overly dramatic, sometimes seemed o be created out of thin air. Soon after, my mom began acting the same, a middleman you could say. I hated life in middle school, and I wasn’t the most popular kid either. 
I moved out of their house around 8th and moved in with my grandma/aunt,uncle,cousins. Life was a lot better, but more of a struggle. I slept on the floor of a room my 2 other cousins shared for about 3 years, my aunt who I’ve always been very close with became my mother( my best friend/cousin died a few years previous) 

during this time, my mom and step father went on to have 3 more kids. I love my siblings, but I didn’t realize at the time they were creating what seemed to be a family of their own, growing up I felt so unloved,mentally and emotionally confused,sad,angry. 
Now? I’m not sure. Now (MS and HS)My siblings get the exact opposite treatment, and spoiled rotten. Am i jealous? Possibly? I am the only POC in my family,and nobody shares my name. After my aunt died, the remaining members of my family just dispersed, all ties loosened. Now it feels like I have 0 family… 
being much older now, obviously our relationships are different…not necessarily good.. comparable to grocery store small talk..We don’t have the connection, and I’m afraid we never will.

I’m 26, and have felt this way since 2013, I don’t have a real family, how do you cope? I’m not the only one.. I’m old, but I can not stop feeling left and forgotten
I think about this/childhood once per day minimum