My birth mother was a hooker and she died of an overdose when I was two. A couple took me in as a foster child and later adopted me and I grew up in a big home with two parents and several sisters. When I was nineteen my birth grandmother contacted my adoptive mother and said that she had a right to see me. I was guilted into going to see her in Kentucky.

She lived in a trash heap, a small house out in the country that was falling down. The bathroom didn't work and you had to use a can and go throw it outside. She asked me for money. She was mean and she called me a hooty tooty and that I had turned my back on 'my kind'. She went through all my clothes and stole a set of earrings. I had a cell phone and I called my adoptive mother and begged her to get me out of there. My two older sisters came to get me, my oldest sister is a nurse and she is very assertive if she has to be and my other sister will cut of your balls if you get in her way. They are nice girls but not when if someone messes with me.

I went home to my family. I just want to say that I always felt bad that my birth mother was a hooker and but I am not sorry that my birth grandmother is a witch. As far as I am concerned I will never see her again or anyone associated with her. That woman made my birth mother do what she did, I am sure of it. I don't feel anything for my birth mother, I never met her and I don't have any memories of her. After this I promise not to let people guilt me into accepting them, the best thing that happened to me is that I got adopted and I have a real family, real parents and real sisters.

My worst nightmare is over. I went and saw for myself.