love my family

How am I supposed to love my entire family?
I start to love my Father, then I ask him to come pick me up somewhere because I’m genuinely afraid and I need him and he yells at me about how stupid and irresponsible I am the whole ride home.
I start to love my little sister and then she bashes me and my self-confidence by telling me about how many perfect friends she has and how fast she made friends and how popular and pretty and this she is. She constantly calls me fat and ugly and laughs when she has plans on the ONE NIGHT that I don’t.
I don’t love my brother, MacKenzie. I loved him because he left. Now he’s back for a week and I’ll I’ve heard from him is how stupid I am for never being home and for “thinking” digital photography is a job and for LISTENING TO MY GUIDANCE COUNSELOR.
The only people in my family that I can love are the ones that aren’t a part of my life.