02/28/2024
Who is the “real you”?
I’ve always believed I have a “core self” that would have been “me” no matter my circumstances or whatever family that raised me. But the older I get, the more I see (or acknowledge) the serious deficits of my adoptive family. They were not the right place for me; my adoptive life was far from the mythical “better.”
My saving grace is my relationship with my real brother (same mother), going strong since 2010, though we initially met back in the 1980s (rough reunion with mother).
When I spend time with him and his kids, I do feel at home; I know these are my people. ❤️