The Family That Gave Me Up Chose Me In The End
Adopted, Found, And Loved
Blood, they say, is thicker than water, but only just. There’s something thicker still. I’m tell you what that is in a moment.
First off though, I love my family. Adopted, birth, married-into, they’re all dear to me. They’re all family. I love them.
This article is about that love. It also shares some truths that could be hard to hear for some of them. I’m only sharing this because I suspect none of them reads my online writing. Or my books for that matter. Not even my wife, but I’m okay with that.
Alas.
Nevertheless, I love them and am loved by them. And sometimes love can hurt. Sometimes loving someone hurts more than anything else in the world. I’m getting to that, too.
I have a twin sister. I’ll go ahead and answer the question so many ask:
No, we’re not identical twins. But if I’d been a girl I bet I’d look just like her.
I’ve got two mothers and fathers. I’m keeping this as simple as possible by not counting my in-laws (who are like parents to me) and step-parents (who were never like parents to me.)
