First I was ripped from my birth family (too much to type here but that’s a wild ride) & adopted young. Then My dad (who adopted me) d1edof cancer when I was 11, he was diagnosed 6 months prior, given 2 years 6 weeks prior to his de*th and then passed after falling into a coma in 4 weeks. My mom got into a car accident 8 months later, lost 1 leg completely and most of the other down to her bone from the top (it’s a crazy story you can ask in the comments if you want to know) and she went absolutely even more nutso in this time than she was before this, then a year after that took her first steps three weeks before my birthday, and then passed 4 days before my 13th birthday from medical malpractice and complications. Then I lived with my brother, the state took me from him and I was in several abus1ve and n3glectful girls homes til I was placed in a abus1ve foster home (a whole story, if you want a story time ask in the comments for any of it) and I couldn’t see my brother til I was 18. He then passed several years later but thankfully got to meet my oldest. The way he passed is also a whole story in itself. It’s been a lot, but I miss them all. Every day, no matter that things they did. Some of it’s true, some of its sadly a
#TraumaBond #family #sadstory #sadvideo #deadparents #orphan #death #adopted #adoptee #fostercare #fosteryouth #adopteetok #dealingwithdeath #grief #grieftok @rhiifresh this is just a sneak peak of a part of my story.