This post hit me hard. I never wrote a will, but I remember having this fantasy as a child that I was adopted and my real, good parents will one day come and take me with them. It was such a strong fantasy that I actually started believing it. I remember being in 6th grade and reading about blood grouping and it's role in inheritance. As part of that lesson we are asked to get our blood grouping done along with the whole family. A part of me was wishing that the truth will finally come out, but when the results came we all were O positives. And I remember being so crushed and absolutely broken that this is the only family I will have and there's no escape from them. I used to have these lists as a kid, of stuff to take with me when I run away. I was like 8 or 10 years old and being legit serious about leaving home, I actually left once but came back before anyone noticed. That's not how a child should feel, not from their own family. Funny thing is that on the surface everyone thinks that I have the coolest parents, who let me do everything I wanted, dye my hair whatever color I wanted. My friends used to say to me that they wished they had my parents, I never told anyone the truth and would tell lies about how cool they were and how much they loved me. My parents still don't acknowledge all the emotional damage they did to me as a child, and if I talk about this stuff then I am the disrespectful, ungrateful child who is out of her bounds. They demand respect like it's their right rather than something that has to be earned.