As the years went on, it became more apparent that I wasn’t wanted at all. My brother and father would beat me up and my mother would tell me, how they wished they never adopted me. I was just the replacement child.
I would sit in my room at night and cry. I just wanted to be loved and wanted. But I didn’t measure up to their standards. I always had religion shoved down my throat. Being told I needed to thank God and them for saving me.
I was different. I had a bubbly spirit. I wanted to be their child.
Sadly, as I grew into a teenager and then an adult, they still had this thumb on me that I would never measure up. Cause I wasn’t their biological child.
For many years I’ve held anger and resentment towards these people. Now, through a lot of healing and coaches, I see just where they were coming from. They had a ton of traumas that they hid behind. All in the name of “God and religion”.
I no longer hold any hate or dismay towards them. I send them nothing but love and compassion. But they are no longer in my life. It’s a choice that was made to protect myself and they have nothing to say about any of the trauma they caused me growing up.
And that’s ok. I can still send them love and light from a distance, cause that’s all it ever will be.
I’m a thriving wife, mother, friend, and grandmother! I’ve chosen to turn my adversity into steppingstones of success. I’m an entrepreneur, something I was told I’d never be!