An Open Letter to My First Second Family

Dear First Second Family,


Thank you for being there always. Thank you for helping out my family when we needed it the most. Thank you for being there for me when I felt lost and alone and hopeless. Thank you for helping me understand what I want my family to be like one day. I want my family to be loving and close and have all of the quirky traditions. The matching pajamas on Thanksgiving and Christmas, the bustle for Black Friday, and the constant feel of togetherness. This is not to say that my real and first family did not or do not do this. Because my family does all of this as well. I guess it is that when I was a part of your family, I felt like I was at home. A home away from home. I always felt like we would never drift apart and act as if we didn't know each other, but I guess I was wrong.

I understand that life happens and we all get busy, I just never though that I would lose you guys so fast. I never imagined a day when the invitations would stop and the likes and comments would be few and far between. But yet, here we are as I watch your lives unfold on social media. I am so happy for all of your successes and at the same time my heart aches at what used to be and how life was. But at the same time I understand that that was then. Things change and that is okay.

We are now more like acquaintances or distant distant cousins that you never see but know they exist. It's like that Gotye song, "Somebody I Used to Know," is our current theme song. In some ways I feel like you kicked my family to the curb and used us for your own personal agenda, if anything we did too. We used each other and learned from each other. Our families got what we needed from each other at the time when we needed it most, whatever that may be. I know for me, I enjoyed your company and having that extended family. Some might think that I should be mad or numb about the situation, but to be perfectly honest I feel at ease now and I am still learing

You guys were my second family as I grew up and matured, and helped me see life from a different point of view. Causing my heart to feel love deeper than it already does.

We may not talk now and as far to why we can chalk up to numerous reasons, but they all don't matter in the end. I keep treating our relationship as if it is still a two way street, when in fact the other side of the road is closed with no expectancy to reopen. And I guess that is okay. I have to respect that and learn to cope with that.

I guess for now I will have to close this door and move on with my life. Maybe one day you will knock and we can drink Dr. Pepper and Diet Cokes about the whole thing. Or maybe you won't.

Thank you again to my first second family. You have taught me so much and have helped me realize just how much our families are similar.


With all the love and peace,

Jade