When people die we are expected to be sad, but what if we really are not sad?

I got word that my biological father has passed away. I went through the same thing when my biological mother passed, I had and have no feelings of closeness with them, and after being adopted I don’t believe in blood being thicker than water. My first response was to cry, I mean these were people that had entered my life in my twenties. If nothing else I can mourn for them and their loss. But now, I’m more at peace than I have been in the years since meeting them, they caused a lot of strife, anxiety and tried to uproot my up-bringing.

My Daddy and me.

I’m sad but I’m also sad that there wasn’t more substance to the relationships, but I have to say we make our beds then we lie in them, the same goes for them.

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