So it was my birthday yesterday. Umm yay! Well I thought so until stuff fell apart. But you’ll need some background first, so here’s the coles notes version of my family.

I was adopted by my adoptive parents (thereafter refered to as my parents) and grew up with them until I was 13 when they booted me out into the foster system, where I started living with my foster mom, Fabienne.

So a couple of days ago, I get a message on FB from my real sister. Then on my birthday I get a message (again on FB) from my adoptive sister. Now I haven’t spoken to either of them in years and years. And then (this is the cherry on all of it) I call my father, whom I speak to sporadically at best, and find out that my parents are getting divorced. That and he forgot about my birthday. Uhh thanks Dad.

So now I’m just thrown for a complete and utter loop. I mean I hate my mother and I’ve always thought that my father would be better off without her, but still, for it to actually happen. For my father to pick the worse day to tell me about it.

And then there’s the plethora of questions about family that come up now. Who is my family? Who gets my loyalty? How do I deal with family I haven’t spoken to in years?

I went out for lunch with my cousin (adoptive parents) the other day and it was the weirdest thing at some points. I would be talking about my foster mom and she was talking about our cousins that I would see once a year and have no memory of what so ever since I haven’t seen them in 10 years.

Most of me just doesn’t want to get involved in the whole drama. Wants to ignore my sisters and hope that they go away. Just spend my life in the peace of seeing the same people once a year for the holidays and call those people family. Somehow I think I’m going to make things a lot more complicated for myself.