I had a very unconventional childhood. I was born to alcoholic, drug abusers that probably never meant to or should have had a child. I was born 8+ week premature and that put even more strain on my parents marriage. They were divorced and living separately by the time I was a year old. My mom moved us back home to Arizona with her parents and the rest of my extended family and my dad stayed inKansas City. I loved living with my grandma parents and I had a great relationship with my mom and extended family. I rarely saw my dad but I wasn't old enough to miss him. My mom however was t able to beat her heroin addition and she OD'ed when I was 5. My dad decided since she was out of the picture it was time to step up and be a parent so he ripped me away from the only family I really knew. He didn't like my moms family sob he cut off contact as much as the law would allow. He eventually remarried and I had a brother and 4 half sisters. I was over the moon I loved/love them so much, but they refuse to except me because of my childhood past. They go out of their way to exclude me, spread rumors about me, and do and say terrible things to me. I've spent my whole life wishing for siblings and going out of my way t show them how much they mean to me and it's never enough. This weekend finally broke me when I realized they were here within 25 miles of me and didn't tell me they were coming or even reach out. Sorry for the long post I just needed to vent.
