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Hi, not posted for years but need to get something off my chest! I don't mean to frighten anyone, many adoptions are happy and successful but some aren't. This is about one that isn't but I've experienced both kinds and don't regret either. Keep going! When did I decide I'm done with you? Was it the millenium eve when you tried to push your Dad away, in favour of holding a stranger's hand to watch the fireworks? No, you were only four, you would learn to love us soon. Was it the hundreds of pointless lies you told, for no other reason than to get a reaction? No, you are only seven, you would learn that it's wrong. Was it the time you danced and shouted down the street as your Nana's coffin left her house? No, you were 11 with attachment issues, you would learn to regulate your emotions. Was it the too many times to count that you stole from us, from your Grandma, from friends and their parents, from school, from shops? No, you would learn right from wrong. Was it the time we found your private videos on your laptop after you had been trying to recruit other girls for your 'modelling' work? No, you were 17 and it wouldn't happen again. Was it the time you left home quickly, without a backward glance, and only got in touch for your savings account? No, you were 18 and wanted your independence. Was it the time I read Hare's psychopathy checklist and got a sick feeling in my stomach? No, we're not living in a film script. In the end, it wasn't anything major but the slow realisation that you were never going to change and that life is definitely too short to witness your parasitic lifestyle for any longer. I'm just tired of being no more to you than a Facebook friend. I'm sick of your disrespect to us and all the family. I always had hope but after 20 years, enough is enough.