Alexander Hamilton hated his life. He hated how many homes he had been in. He hated the homes, the 'families'. He hated the Washingtons. Or, he tried to. How could a bastard, orphan, son of a whore, dealing with past abuse and schizophrenia ever be loved by the rich Washington's? They hated him, just like everyone else. That's what he told himself, until he started to trust them