Been wondering what I could add to my story next. Maybe how all my friends have been so supportive and fabulous. Perhaps how it feels to be the only child of two people and now that all your siblings are only 1/2 or adoptive. No one full blood at all. I find that kind of not disturbing, but alone. Lonely? No, but different for sure. I have always, always, always figured my siblings as my siblings. I made smart ass comments to my mother several times; upon relection, not to be rude, but perhaps to find myself. The reaction from Mom didn't help me. I learned to button up.

Now; however, I am in this new vaccuum. The only child of two people who did not work out. The two people moved on and had other children with new spouses. More than one, they are full blooded siblings. The truth is I am a halfer....

Does it really matter though? Famly is family, friends have become family. I share no blood with them. No matter, I still consider them family. Still, I am struggling. It doesn't feel bad, but it nags. Where do I really fit in?