After Everything

When I was eight years old, things changed. I realized I was different. I was a different color than my mom and dad. I wasn't really sure where my mom was at the time, but little did I know I would never meet her from my understanding. Something was always off about my dad. I didn't really understand then, but now I think it may have something to do with the loss of his wife or his d**g problems. I also had a sister. We were ten years apart. I always thought that was cool, we didn't really get along like most siblings, but she was still my best friend. My grandparents took care of me and my sister to the best of their extent and were kind of their responsibility. As time passed, things happened. My grandma practically ran away, my sister had two kids. I started getting bullied, and still, it was like nothing changed. I started feeling left out. I was really close to my grandma, so when she left, no one really looked out for me. I felt kind of on my own. There were kids running around the house, people in and out all the time, fights, arguments, and it never stopped. A lot of the time I was with my dad, we hung out a lot. Most of the time, we rode his four-wheeler, hung out in his barn, or went to Disney. Eventually that all faded, I'm not sure what happened but it was like he was just like them it started when he said things that were never going to happen, but I always agreed with him just like I did with everyone else to make him the happy, in time I felt different around him because he wasn't my real dad it never changed anything but I always felt diverse. When I found out he wasn't my real dad, I felt disoriented, then I realized it wouldn't matter if he was my blood or not. He would always be my dad unless he ever thought differently, but from my perspective, he didn't. When I met my real dad, it didn't really change anything. I was kind of virtuous because I wanted to meet my other family members on his side. I did end up meeting a few of my cousins and his mother. who was my other grandma. He didn't really seem to care as much as I was hoping. We hung out a few times. He called maybe three or four times a year. At the time, I was unaware that he basically drank every day. In fact, till this day he still does.