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For as long as I can remember, I often questioned whether I might have been adopted. It was hard to fathom that I could actually be related to any of my family members. I always felt so out of place, and my treatment by them only amplified that feeling. I never felt welcome or like I truly belonged. The thought that I might not be related to them gave me solace; perhaps I was just an outsider.
While I knew I wasn’t adopted and that they were my biological family, they never felt like my “true” family. During particularly challenging times in my childhood, I found comfort in the hope that my real family would one day come and rescue me. I didn’t fully understand what I meant by “real family” back then, as I lacked the words to articulate my longing for love and acceptance.
I endured years of mistreatment from my family, where each adult relative was cruel in their own way. The few who didn’t join in on the abuse often stood by without intervening, which was at times more painful than the abuse itself. To cope, I started to normalize this toxic environment. It wasn’t a conscious choice, but feeling perpetually wronged and then being dismissed took a toll on my mental health. I eventually resigned myself to the idea that this was simply how things were, as I didn’t have any other frame of reference.
As I entered my twenties, I began to see just how much I had accepted unhealthy situations as the norm. That’s when I met a man named Alex, who later became my husband. He introduced me to his family, who were so different from mine that their normalcy felt almost strange. Whenever I visited them, they treated me with kindness, and there were no arguments or insults. I braced myself for something negative to happen, but it never did.
At first, I was unsure how to process my feelings about Alex’s family. I appreciated their kindness, but it also forced me to confront the reality of my own family’s dysfunction. It became clear that healthy and happy children don’t spend their formative years fantasizing about being saved by a “real family.” Likewise, healthy adults shouldn’t feel anxious when met with kindness from their partner’s family.
When Alex proposed, I was filled with dread about how his family would react. Though they had given me no reason to feel this way, my past experiences taught me to expect judgment. His mother expressed her happiness and even complimented me, calling me intelligent and sensitive. This was a revelation, as I was unaccustomed to receiving kind words from maternal figures without strings attached. I realized that this was genuine acceptance. Was this my true family?
The impact of abuse lingers long after the actual events have ended. Trauma can manifest in various ways, such as Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD), which can arise immediately or years later. While I don’t have PTSD, I am still affected by my past. Meeting Alex’s family allowed me the space to reflect on my experiences. During the abuse, I was focused on survival. Now that it had ceased, I could begin to process what had happened.
Gradually, I learned to relax around Alex’s family. With every interaction, I discovered that they were indeed my “real” family. Without realizing it, they were helping me heal old wounds by providing the love and stability I had long been deprived of. Simple acts of kindness and unwavering acceptance became the most precious gifts I had ever received.
Ultimately, my childhood dream of finding my true family came true.
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Summary
This article discusses the author’s journey of breaking free from a toxic family environment and discovering a supportive and loving “real” family through her relationship with her husband, Alex. Through their kindness and acceptance, she began to heal from her past trauma and redefine what family means to her.
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