Nothing is happening With My family and I. We talk on the phone keeping each other up dated on whats going on in our lives. We are not that close but we are not at odds either. I talk to my brother once in a while as well.
I may call them my foster parents on here, cause that is what they are. At the same time, they are also My Mum, My Dad and My Brother. I must admit that it has taken me years to accept that. They are the way they are and I am the way I am.
If anything or anyone was to harm or be a threat to them. I would track down the source of that threat or of potential harm and I would eliminate it. As quickly as I could and I would do so with malice (hatred) in my heart. We may not be close to each other as some other families are Natasha, but despite our difference's, I love them and I am protective of them.
Natasha in all honesty, I would not change my past, not for anything, I love my foster parents, They may not be perfect & I may not love all they do. They may not be what I imagine the perfect family should be. But, I could have never asked for any family that is better. For there is none better than they.
They gave me a name, true they changed what it was originally, but they gave me a family name. A family name I am proud of. They gave me a home in a time they did not have to, they opened there hearts and hearth to a base bastard like me they brought me honour when all I brought them was shame.
They gave me a place I belonged...They are the only family I have. I may or may not have one of my own. I can only hope one day I shall. but I know what I see and the simple truth is, it is doubtful I shall ever have one. If I do one day find myself with a family, with sons & daughters that look up to me for guidance. Well, I can only hope, I can be half as good to them as my father was to me.
My Foster parents put up with a hell, Why they adopted me for a son I will never know.. They did the best they could. I do not hold anything against them. I am what I am no more no less. I was a bastard of a child, a unforgivable little hellion.
My Parents put up with so much crap. I am surprised they did not disown me. Instead they adopted me. I can never understand that, I know what I was like and am astounded they did not throw me in a sack with stones in it and drown me like a rat.
My parents choose to adopt me despite having such a rotten hellion of a child like me, they did some thing even odder yet, they adopted another little bastard. That is the one who became my little brother. Please do not misunderstand me, when I say my foster brother, mother and father or when I reference them as my foster parents. They are all one and the same. They are my family, They are my parents. I just am not much of a son...
There is no excuse or explanations. I am what I am, no more and no less. Thank you for your kind words Natasha. I am like mould I tend to grow... It seems I have grown on you... I am glad to see that you decided not to take the first meeting and that you decided to take the time to get to know me first..... Peace be with you all.
