Family, the ugly truth.

I'm sure I am going to piss some people off, but you know what that's okay.
I have thought long and hard on this post, and today's the day I write it.
Family.

What does family mean to you?
Some say family is blood, actually most say, 'we have the same blood, we're family' when they get in a heated argument with a family member.
Family is not blood. That is just showing you share DNA with each other.
The people whom I share blood with I haven't seen or spoken too in over ten years.

The people who I call family though, they took my brother and I into there home, and raised two troubled kids who didn't share blood with them.

They accepted my now husbands daughter as there own, even when we were just dating.
I have friends who I consider more family to me then people who are actually family.
It's crazy how that works.

 

 

 

 

Austin and I both come from two different families.
Austin has four brothers and sisters from the same parents, a younger brother and sister from the same mother, and two step brothers from his fathers second marriage.

 

 

I have one biological brother. My parents, they were are foster parents, and then adopted us in to there family. They also adopted a little girl, who I see just as much as my sister as my brother.
My mother has five siblings, and my father has one.
My aunt adopted two children, who are my cousins. Period. They aren't my blood, but they are my family.
My other aunt has five children, and her husbands mother passed away. Grandma Kim, she was my grandma. Ya, she was my Ya. I have so much love  for these people, that it's crazy to think we aren't related. How is it so easy for complete strangers to accept you as one, yet people you were born into and people you grow up with can be so hateful?
I get mad at my mom, I have resentment of things I think should have happened that didn't, but I love her more then anything. She took me into her home when I had more problems then most and raised me the best she could, and I will always be thankful for that. I have an understanding for love that not many do.
I see so many who take life for granted or treat family horrible.
People who say I play the victim if I don't get my way.
Playing the victim has nothing to do with anything.
I don't see life black and white, I have seen all the in between.
I don't care for people that are negative and think its okay to hurt me or put me down.
I have accepted it, because at one point I thought that is how the world work.
It's not.
If you can't confide in someone that is your 'family' there is nothing wrong with that.
My mother always told me, 'it's not about the wedding, its about the marriage' and I feel family is the same way.
People come in and out of your life for many reasons.
Find the ones worth keeping.
Find the ones you cant go a day with out talking too.
Find the ones who you want your children to grow up knowing.
That's family.
Birth Certificates, blood, that doesn't mean anything.
The relationship, the bond, the trust and compassion you have for someone---that's what counts.