One lesson I wish I had learned earlier in life is that family is about people, not blood. Just because you happen to be related to someone through a blood relationship should have zero bearing on whether that person is family. Because family is people who love you, faults and all, without judgement. Family is made up of people whose affection isn’t transactional or fickle or subject to whims. I used to think being blood related to someone was the most important thing and I was loyal to some people in my family even when I should not have been because their love was conditional, and they were hurtful to me or even abandoned me. Had I learned earlier in life that family has nothing to do with blood, I may have been able to spare myself some grief. I’m grateful I’ve learned this lesson, though, because I have some people in my life now who are not blood relatives but they are far and away the best family members I have.
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