I was adopted as an infant. My birth mother was young and wanted a good life for me (I know very little of my birth father as he left the picture soon after he found out my mom was pregnant).

I was raised with all the "stuff" a kid could ask for, in a fairytale kind of environment. Unfortunately, with that, came two adoptive parents who had no clue what they were doing and were very bad at communicating. About anything. And my adoptive mother was a spoiled brat and N.

I knew I was adopted for as long as I can remember. My adoptive mother, for some reason, made a deal out of it. So when I reconnected with my birth mom, she was secretly spitting nails.

I met my maternal bio family when I was in my 20s. My birth family welcomed me with open arms (they knew nothing about me) ... I was "so and so's girl" I look a lot like that side of the family and resemblance with my mother left no doubt we were related.

I learned I had 3 half sisters, cousins and lots of other immediate relatives on that side of the family...origins from the mid-west.

I have a virtually non-existent relationship with my adoptive family...my adoptive mother pretended she supported everything, but in reality, she didnt at all. She considered me a traitor and an ingrate. She is a "victim". She cut me off, and out of the "family", a long time ago.

She used/uses my siblings to get back at me for hurting her feelings.