For most people, the word family brings warm fuzzy feelings, but not to me. I have four sets of families, first there is the family consisting of my wife and our two children, then there is the family-in-laws. Then there is my adopted family, in which the only person that I try to stay in contact is my sister Tina. And there is my birth family. The family who my wife thought would be the end all of all my family desires. Boy was she wrong! The category known as birth family is still broke down into two sub-categories groups. My mother side, which consists of my mother, my sister De, and my mother Stacy. My sister De became very jealous of the way my mother was trying to spend time with me. If my sister would have waited, she would have seen that would be short lived. My brother Stacy and I seem to have hit it off in the beginning, but that soon died off to. He doesn’t return any of my calls. My birth mother is another story all together, which deserves a page to itself.
My birth fa...