I love this post. It rings true to me, but from a perspective of actual biological bonds that sometimes never form.

I love my family, they are dear to me, but the truth is that that love is almost superficial because I don’t feel connected to them. I don;t feel like I belong among them, like a stranger. This is not because of them, they have always wanted me included in everything they do, but because I have never felt a connection with them coming from within me.

They are my family because I love them, but if I were to use a need for connection and similarity to count them as family, I would have to say they are not.

I know it sounds odd to a lot of people when i say that, that I can love them while feeling no real connection to them, but it is true.