The perfect image
I was a cute baby, at least those few pictures of me were really cute. I remember being told as a little girl how cute and sweet and adorable I was. I remember loving the attention people gave me, because I was cute and had a fun personality.
I remember it wasn't always fun.
I remember getting put in my place, being told "you're not so cute".
I remember getting hurt, badly, as a reminder of my place in my family.
Out with strangers, I could be cute and pretty and funny. I could be liked and safe and loved with strangers.
Not at home.
Never with family. They wanted nothing to do with me.
Why? What did I do wrong that made them hate me?
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I guess there was nothing you did wrong. That's the biggest sadness of it all. All issues I had to go through I realized it had nothing to do with me, but all the more with the family I grew up in. Of course I looked for my contributions, all my where-did-i-go-wrongs and of course I found them, until I realized I was judging myself as a grown-up, while at the time I was a child. There is not much a child can do wrong, but a child be done much wrong. Whenever I read your posts, I see a child that is done much wrong and in all honesty I believe all that had nothing to do with you. So all the whys in the world will probably only tell someone else's story.
"They" say adoption is for
"They" say adoption is for the child, but I often believe it's for the adults. THEY are the ones seeking fulfilment by patching their own holes with children, using money as their means.
It sucks.
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THEY Lie!!!!!