I have four siblings (I am the fourth of five children). Three I don't know and one I know and don't like.
I had to ask myself, "If I didn't share DNA (and parents) with these people, would I be at all interested in them and their lives?"
The answer is, "No. I wouldn't."
They are siblings, not family, Family is there to accept your love and care about you. My siblings do neither in my life, so contrary to how my parents raised us, my siblings are NOT my family.
I used to think that was very sad because it is contrary to how I was raised by my parents. So, is being openly homosexual.
Now I have to feel this way for my life to go forward with a degree of inner piece that I need to keep living.
Contrary to how my parents raised us, and in spite of my numerous and witnessed efforts over the years, my siblings are no closer to me than strangers.
I have not been hiding and the three I don't know have not tried to contact me. Perhaps, their feelings are the same as mine.
