So, I am supposed to feel badly about a lot of nonsense dumped on me by my family?
But I don't feel badly. Why? They weren't nice people.
But I don't feel badly. Why? They weren't nice people.
And then miracle of miracles, I find out they weren't even my family in the first place.I lived for nearly 50 years thinking one man was my father; and out of love and respect for him I put up with a lot of grief and rancor, that simply wasn't right.
Finding out that they weren't my family, well, it was a very good day.
Deep breath.
Not everyone gets that kind of closure on their pain.
I am grateful.
God was good to put an end to all of it once and for all.
I am thankful that I have found my Dad, and that he loves me.
