I was born in 1974 to a young couple, but I never really lived with them. My birth father's parents always had me, and that is where my birth parents always seemed to live. In late 1975, they had another child. I am still here, but not so much in the picture. I have no hatred nor do I dispise her for this. When they moved out into one of my birth father's parents rental house's, they would try to get me to come live with them. I did, I tried, but I always ended up back at his parent's house.
My birth parent's have always given more attention to my sister than to me, so I just stayed where the attention was given to me. My then grandparents, ended up with custody, then I asked to be adopted. Which I was. My birth parents had split up several times, my birth mother left to go back to California numerous times.
Both birth parents had their own lives and each had a new child and new lives. Promises were broken, and hearts were as well. Everyone else had my birth parents who kept telling me they loved me, but never acted, or proved it. You see, since my parents son was my birth father, I have always known who my parents were and have been around them.
Seeing everyone being raised and loved by your birth parents does make you resent them. You wonder why they couldn't give you the love and attention they gave to all these other kids, especially the ones that WERE NOT HIS! My birth father adopted a child and tried playing her off as his own flesh and blood while I and her birth brother know the truth, my birth father and his wife still swear she's his. He has told me FU, unfriended me on Facebook, and all because of her. I offered to pay for a DNA test and it was refused.
My birth mother and birth father want to say they are my parents, but they had no part in raising me. I don't even think I was even supposed to be theirs. I believe I was put on this earth to be adopted and loved by my grandparents.
What is so very sad about this entire thing, there are 3 of us adopted the very same way. Grandchildren adopted as their children, and I am the only one who has stayed true to them. It kills my heart, because these two loving people, dedicated even more their lives, beyond their retirement age to us 3, and the other 2 can't remain loyal.
My mom died of cancer when I was 18 in 1992. My dad was killed in the line of duty when I was 11 in 1985. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about them. I will forever be grateful to them for the wonderful life they gave to me, and believe me when I say I was a spoiled rotten brat, because it is very true!
My birth parent's have always given more attention to my sister than to me, so I just stayed where the attention was given to me. My then grandparents, ended up with custody, then I asked to be adopted. Which I was. My birth parents had split up several times, my birth mother left to go back to California numerous times.
Both birth parents had their own lives and each had a new child and new lives. Promises were broken, and hearts were as well. Everyone else had my birth parents who kept telling me they loved me, but never acted, or proved it. You see, since my parents son was my birth father, I have always known who my parents were and have been around them.
Seeing everyone being raised and loved by your birth parents does make you resent them. You wonder why they couldn't give you the love and attention they gave to all these other kids, especially the ones that WERE NOT HIS! My birth father adopted a child and tried playing her off as his own flesh and blood while I and her birth brother know the truth, my birth father and his wife still swear she's his. He has told me FU, unfriended me on Facebook, and all because of her. I offered to pay for a DNA test and it was refused.
My birth mother and birth father want to say they are my parents, but they had no part in raising me. I don't even think I was even supposed to be theirs. I believe I was put on this earth to be adopted and loved by my grandparents.
What is so very sad about this entire thing, there are 3 of us adopted the very same way. Grandchildren adopted as their children, and I am the only one who has stayed true to them. It kills my heart, because these two loving people, dedicated even more their lives, beyond their retirement age to us 3, and the other 2 can't remain loyal.
My mom died of cancer when I was 18 in 1992. My dad was killed in the line of duty when I was 11 in 1985. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about them. I will forever be grateful to them for the wonderful life they gave to me, and believe me when I say I was a spoiled rotten brat, because it is very true!