My siblings. Well, since I’m adopted, technically I don’t have any, lol. However, since I grew up with a younger sister (and she really is my sister…I was messing with you about technically not having any! Wait – I was serious about being adopted, but I was already adopted when she was born.), then suddenly found myself with half-sister, two step-sisters, and a step-brother as an adult, I’ll tell you a little about them.
My little sister is 34, and gave birth to her daughter a month-to-the-day before I had Connor (she’s 5, for those of you who don’t already know that). She has a pretty house, a good marriage, and a boxer named Brody (who is probably the most annoying dog on the planet!). She also is lucky enough to have every mom’s dream job. She’s an executive assistant who also handles the company’s event planning and some of their marketing. Three days a week, she gets to work at home, and she goes to the office the other two.
My adoptive father passed away when I was 16 after battling a terminal brain tumor for six years. In 2000, my mother re-married, exactly a month after I got married. I can tell you, it was downright bizarre to suddenly find myself with additional siblings as an adult.
My step-sister Vicky is married and has three young boys all under the age of 7. She’s also a nurse.
My step-sister Stacy is married with two boys under the age of 9. Her oldest plays baseball, and his team just won the state championship. Go Sean!!!
My step-brother Ben is married and has two of the only three girls in the family. He owns a chain of car detailing businesses and also runs a web-based shopping portal from home.
I met my half-sister for the first time 4 years ago. She’s a massage therapist, and is one of the nicest people you’d ever want to meet. If I remember correctly, she’s ten years younger than I am.
So, that’s it in a nutshell. (I don’t dare say more because I could get in trouble! LOL)