being thankful, yet just trying to get over it all…

So guys...thanksgiving was, for me, a pretty standard thing anymore. If you'd been following along you'd remember I traded a pretty decent circle of support and friends...a chosen family, as it were...I traded them in for a different life in Colorado a half dozen years ago now and though I feel regret is a waste of time and certainly would never have brought me Don--trading that real family in for a non-family experience was a mistake. How ironic that my blood makes me feel less like me than the people I care to call family. Granted part of the sell itself was getting to know my birth family--which I have in some respects. But in that getting to know each other, I think they have discovered we probably never would have normally crossed any circles anywhere in this life. There is nothing common but the vagina we came out of for my mother's son and daughter. Both my blood mother and father raised their children with religious foundations I have no interest in understanding in any respect except to know there's something inherent in religious teachings that is missing in me--and that, I have come to realize--is guilt. Thank you ...