I was just a baby when they adopted me. I was sick and nearly dying and my biological parents couldn't afford the hospital bill no matter what they do. Or maybe they didn't try enough. They asked this family to pay for the hospital bill and make sure I live in return they can have me. I can say I am relieved with their decision, I can say I hate it.
I grew up not knowing I am adopted until I was around 8 years old when one of my siblings told me about it. I didn't understand it well at that time. I just know that they are not my real family. And it made me sad. I came to my father brokenhearted and asked him if it's true and what it really means, what I should do, and if they still love me or if they really loved me despite it. It was hard having all these questions when you're young. Because you really don't understand everything and you're too young to suck it all in. All you can think is that you're not one of them. That's it.
My father hugged me and reassured me that everything is alright. That they love me no matter what. He tried to explain it as much as I can understand. But all I really understood was that I was lucky and I am their little princess and no one can say I a not. He said, I may come out to another mother but I will always be one of their own and that it doesn't matter, they're my family and they love me just like a real one. He said that I should not think of it too much and that when I grow older, I will understand everything more clearly, and for now I just have to keep in mind that I am their baby and I will always be loved by the family no matter what. I was relieved with his words. I felt the sincerity and love.
Years past, as I grow older, my father's words remained in my heart. Never did I felt I was adopted. I nearly forgot about it if not for some people who mocks me. But I remained strong. I showed people that it doesn't even bother me. I showed them that what doesn't bother me won't hurt me. They eventually stopped and I earned their respect.
People begin to think I'm lucky. Adopted by a rich family, loved and cared like a real member, even got spoiled by everyone.
I began to be very confident with myself. Not once that I thought I will ever be detested by my family. Until it happened.
When I became an adult, I was so careless, it started to look I am rebelling. I looked like a rebel. One by one they began to hate what I am doing. They think I am being a Blacksheep.
It wasn't my intention. It was all just mistake of choices I made. I was then despised by my siblings. But my parents remained to love me. They always tried to understand me.
My siblings started to make me feel I don't belong. They don't invite me to gatherings, they don't call me, don't text me or asked how I was.
I got pregnant and lived with an abusive guy. When I couldn't take it anymore, I came back to my parents. They accepted me wholeheartedly but my siblings hate the thought.
I worked and moved out of our house again, I tried to be the better side of me. I tried to gain their trust and love again, they just didn't let me. They said that one chance is enough and I ruined it.
It made me think if they truly cared for me. Or was it just because they needed to cause I was nice.
I tried and tried until now to gain their trust again, still no success. I am so hated that they wouldn't even want to give me another chance.
I am so hated and judged based on my previous mistake that doesn't even include something wrong I did to them personally. I mean I did make mistakes but doing them wrong personally, I didn't. I made mistakes and I am changing for the better.
Everybody needs a second chance. We are all not perfect. We make mistakes, being adopted or not.
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Your story made me cry. I hope that things get better between you. Sometimes, we children make mistakes, but as adult, they should be able to forgive, knowing that one chance might be really too small.