Well, biologically, I'm the fourth of five.
Three older (2 boys (one deceased (crib death)) and one sister) from one father, then me (from a different father), and one younger (once again from a different father). My sister is the only one I talk to. The oldest has never met me. And the youngest doesn't want to.
Adopted-wise, I'm the youngest of eight. Four and four. The oldest is a defrocked Catholic priest who tried to molest me when I was young, the next is an aunt who might not be all there, followed by an aunt who hates everyone in the family, then my biological mother (who refuses to even acknowledge my existence) , then an uncle who thinks he's the wise-ass of the family. Next father gives us an uncle who converted to Judaism. (That's gotta be some mean pussy make a man change gods like that.) And the last father brings us to an aunt who decided that since I wouldn't leave Freemasonry to join the Jehovahs Witnesses, I was banned from any contact with "her" family.
And people wonder why I'm antisocial...
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We must all go through a rite of passage. It must be physical, it must be painful, and it must leave a mark.
I have no knowledge of the events which you are describing, and if I did have knowledge of them,
I would be unable to discuss them with you now or at any future period.
Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years
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