Never seen them before and Mom showed them to me last week.
Great to know that my birth parents gave so many f**ks about me that they discarded me like a piece of s**t without naming me: the form states UNNAMED MALE INFANT. :hatred:
Trevor, just remember there are people out there who do love, care and respect you. Sometimes family is the people you collect, not a matter of genes.
Jeez. Well hey at least those jerks passed you along to your REAL parents, mate, the ones who I'm sure have loved you more than life and wouldn't have traded you for your weight in bad movies encased in solid gold. :thumbup:
Me sweetie Tiana was adopted. She has no clue what her name is.
My Ma (who was born in North Carolina) was adopted by a wonderful man-Pappy Morris. He was a jewish NYC guy who married a woman from Georgia. I called her Gramma. She made the best fried chicken I ever ate in my whole life.
Alex is right. Home is where the heart is, as corny as that sounds.
The people I am closest to have no blood relation to me. Whether it's your choice or their choice, you have a family that chose you.
Thanks, all.
I'm amazed that the anger I had for my dips**t biological "parents" still lingers. Bastards. :thumbdown: