Why Can’t You Love Me Like That: I think I was adopted

So I guess there’s the root of the problem. I don’t do what she wants me to do and I’m not her puppet so she can’t or won’t love me. No realization in my life has ever cut me as deeply as that one did. Often over the course of the past three years I’ve wondered if I was really my mother’s child; maybe I should demand a DNA test and find out once and for all.

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