So, I have an interesting biological backstory. My Dad (non biological) married a woman named Lisa, and she was insane (not even joking, like it's been diagnosed). When he married her, she had a child from a previous relationship, my older brother K (I'm only going to use initials because I know that it's barely anything, but still, privacy issues). Together my Dad and Lisa had two children, J and S. When J was around 4, and S was around 3, my Dad divorced Lisa, and got married to my Mom (non biological). Now, my parents had been married for a while before they adopted me. Lisa had gotten pregnant with her step- nephew, Christian, and one day while Lisa was playing with J and S when my Mom saw that she had a little bit of a baby bump. My Mom asked Lisa if she was pregnant, and she was. She asked if she could have the baby, since she and my Dad already has partial custody of all her other kids, and at first Lisa said yes.
My Mom got so excited. In her brain she knew it was gonna be a girl, so she got all of the stereotypical things you would normally get for a biological baby girl, since we were still in the church at that time (Just a funny side note, my parents actually met on an LDS dating site, and now my whole family are flaming liberals). Some of the things I still have from when I was a baby is a cute little stuffed pink giraffe with little magnets in the "hooves" so you can stick it on the fridge, or something else magnetic, a small yellow blanket with a silk-like outer lining, and a bigger teal security blanket that I'm sure used to be soft and cuddly, but now has been washed so many times that it has become matted and rough with years of love.
Remember how I said that only at first Lisa said yes? Well, I did say it. Lisa at first said that my Mom and Dad would get the baby, but she kept changing her mind over and over again. She severely mentally damaged my parents because of the things she did. She would show up at their house, call at 3 am, and if they didn't do what she wanted, she would threaten to kill the baby (even though she was already killing me mentally because of the smoking and drinking she did when I was in her womb). It wrecked my parents, my Mom cried nearly every day.
Finally, Lisa gave my parents custody. Lisa wanted to date a dude who raped a 14 year old, so he wasn't allowed to be around anyone underneath the age of 18. Because of this disgusting, repulsive, sewer-dwelling man, Lisa gave up full custody of all her children.
When I was 6 months old, my Dad picked me up at a Hampton Inn in Arizona. When he was on the plane, he lifted up the hood on the baby car seat, and I had a big, wide smile on my face.
And that is how I got my wonderful, wonderful family.
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My backstory
Non-FictionI have quite an interesting family history, and I wanted to share it with you. My family's actual names aren't said, and are replaced with the first letter of their names, for privacy reasons. As I recall all these memories, I am very fond of them...