The title pretty much says it all. It is a very true statement for me. Some days I feel like an orphan. And kind of, technically, I halfway am.
I often wonder what my life would have been like if I hadn't lost my mom and my granny when I was 5. Would I be closer to people I really barely know? Would I be less messed emotionally? Would I know more about my infertility?
What's gotten to me here lately is everyone, I mean EVERYONE, here where we live seems to be kin or married-in! I keep asking people to adopt me, but I haven't had any takers yet. But who wants a 32-year old, right?!
