I pretty much made up my mind that I didn’t want to love or accept them as my family. Cruel. I know. But I had all this anger building inside that I didn’t want anything to do with them. It’s not their fault, I understand that but accepting them would have meant that I accepted him and I don’t!!! The other two were more understanding and accepting. I think they loved the idea of being a part of their family. Like it gave them a sense of belonging. Not me!!! I’m the stubborn one! I didn’t want to look like them, talk like them, laugh like them or even be compared to them. I made my decision and that’s final.