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GabbiWasHere

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A different family
« on: August 18, 2019, 01:57:59 PM »
If I could choose a family I definitely would not choose to grow up with mine. I was adopted as a baby. My adoptive parents had two boys after they adopted me. Since I was the eldest I had to be responsible for my brothers and my parents too. As a child I did not have much. I was not deprived but there certainly was a difference between the treatment I got from Ma and Pa and what my brothers got.

To say that my brothers are lazy is an understatement. Growing up I was the one who would always help with the household chores. Even when our parents died I was the one by their bedside, seeing to their needs. All my brothers were after were what they would get from Pa and Ma.

I loved our parents and my brothers but if I had a choice I would not want the same family. But I’m still thankful they took me in and made me the strong person I am today.

Lele_045

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Re: A different family
« Reply #1 on: August 19, 2019, 03:07:43 PM »
Like you, GabbiWasHere, I wish I had a different family. Maybe not really a different family, but a different situation. I would still love for my mom to be part of my life. And my dad too. But I really wish they were still together. And then I would not have a stepmom that I need to put up with and stepsisters to worry about.

I live with my mom and she never remarried, but sometimes when I visit my dad I feel like his wife is constantly making me look like a bad egg to my dad. Like I'm milking him because he has his own business and my mom is just a bank employee. She makes me feel like garbage when she asks me about my job waiting tables. Hell, she was the one who stole my dad. When I want to see him, why does she take that against me? She and her daughters are the reason I did not have a father growing up. Dad would visit me on my birthdays and would sometimes make me stay with them for a week or two during summer or Christmas break. I was happy to be with him, but I was always uneasy when his wife and kids were around. I still am. I only put up with her because I want to spend a little time with my dad, whom she stole away from my mom and me. I hate her face. I hate her daughters' guts. I wish they have never been born. Then maybe I would not be waitressing now. Maybe I'd be in a better place.


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Re: A different family
« Reply #2 on: August 20, 2019, 03:34:43 PM »
What a nice world it would be if we could pick which people to have in our family, no?

But this is not the case, so we just make do. We make do with an absentee father, a neglected mother and rebellious siblings. Add to the mix a high cost of living, the scarcity of good-paying jobs and the difficulty of life theses days and you have the perfect recipe for a soap opera.

Sadly our kind of soap opera does not have a happy ending where the oppressed gets vindication blah-blah. That's because unlike the soap opera, our story doesn't end. And while it's rolling, we should try to make something worthwhile out of it. Even if we have a sucky family.

LucidGreen

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Re: A different family
« Reply #3 on: August 21, 2019, 01:19:07 PM »
If I had a choice, you know what I'd pick?

I'D CHOOSE TO HAVE A FAMILY.

I don't know my parents, never knew if I had siblings. Since I can remember I have been placed in welfare care where I didn't fare well. I was treated badly. Nobody showed me love. In return, I was stubborn, disrespectful and a big pain in the ass.

I'm not sure though if I would still choose to have a family if I would have the kind of family you guys are describing here. What a Trucked up world this is.

charlotte.p13rc3

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Re: A different family
« Reply #4 on: August 21, 2019, 03:22:45 PM »
Hmm, I am content with the family I grew up in. You know what I want? My own family.

I am 37, a succesful businesswoman. Not to brag or anything, but I have men grovelling at my feet asking to marry me. I am beautiful. Intelligent. Loving. But the man I love and thought loved me back realized that he did not want to live the rest of his life without his wife and kids. I could have built a family with him. I would have given him any number of kids. Sadly, he met his wife and had had his kids even before we met. He said if only I came first, then we would have been happy.

I could choose from many different men to start my family with, but I don't want any of them. All I want is Harris, and if I can't have my dream family with him then I'm just going to be a cat lady and die alone.