Feeling out of place now that secrets have been unearthed. I chose to live with my grandparents, thinking I’d be able to trust them and maybe feel wanted and loved. It wasn’t an easy decision being that I didn’t really know them that well, but I thought it would be better than going back to that house of lies. I’m sure my mom was waiting for the right time to tell me, which brings me to this next question. When is the right time to tell your child about a step/biological parent/sibling or even about being adopted. It’s such a jacked up situation because either way the child will feel rejected. As was the case for me. Why didn’t my daddy want me? Why didn’t my daddy love me? Why didn’t my daddy ever visit me? Then we start to blame ourselves. Did I do something wrong? Did I make him mad? Did I cry too much? Was I a bad baby? Just things like that ran through my mind. Then came the excuses. It wasn’t you, it was him. He had problems with drugs and alcohol. He was abusive. He was a liar. He was a cheater. Yet, I’m the one being punished.