It's long... It's involved... I'll be ongoing...
I've always known I was adopted. When I was small, it meant I was special. When I was a teen, it meant I hadn't been wanted. As an adult? Well, it depends on the day. God was trying to keep me out of trouble, I think. I've been bitter. I've been sad. I've been understanding. Now? I've just decided to accept it and move on.
I know my birth families. I'm so thankful for that! I wanted my mom at my wedding... and was talking about how to find her when my aunt found me. My mom is gone... murdered. :'(
