My biological mother was a drug addict, she died of an overdose when I was two. I was first in a foster home and then adopted by my foster parents when I was three. I have no memories except living with my parents. When I went to college, close to home a girl I met there convinced me to find my mother's family (I knew she was dead). And try to find my biological father.

My biological mother's family are low life rednecks from Kentucky, my biological father is in jail. I also found out that my biological mother was a prostitute with a record. Coming from an upper middle class upbringing, my parents are both doctors, and I have four sisters, I am the baby and I am sick knowing what I know now. Knowing about, and sneaking out of college to meet my mother's family was the worst day of my life. I can't believe I am one of them.

To make matters worse I am being pressured by my biological grandmother for money, she says I owe her because she paid for me when I was borne. Second worse is I saw pictures of my biological mother and I can't get them out of my mind. I favor her.

I want my life back, when I didn't know about them.