So, last night, as you all could see, my (thank God) soon to be ex- BIL told my very smart and precious nephew that his new cousin isn't a blood relative and therefore not worthy of having her picture in his house. Out came fuming, mad Mamma.
The reason I was (and am still) so mad is because I was really never expecting Jake to do that to me. I know that is silly on my part, seeing just how he's treated my sister for years, but I had hope there. We will make our own family. It will be fine.
As for other ignorant people, I'm not *quite* as worried... I'm more expectant of that. I half-hoped that it would never happen, but it will. I know it. I've put myself in a unique position, and a happy one for me, and other people don't understand it. That is their stupidity, not mine. She will be MINE, all mine (mine, mine, mine, haha). My daughter. (and, this does not mean i negate her biological parents in any way, but she will be my daughter.)
I am SO thrilled to finally see my daughter's face. I cannot wait to have her here in my arms. And, I do not plan to always refer to her as my adopted daughter. UGH. She is just solely "My Daughter". The act of adoption makes us family... and just as much family as if she were born from my womb.
The Spot Between Yes and No
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