How can this man love me so much? I felt like such an asshole. How could I even think or wonder about the man whose genes I had? What did genetic makeup mean anyway, compared with the man who raised and loved me? I was such an asshole.
I relate to this so much. When you feel bad for genuinely wondering about your bio family because it feels like you are being mean to your adopted family by wondering. But it’s not true and both families are important and should have a place in that child’s life. They shouldn’t have to wonder.
