I Hated My Foster Parents

My Foster Dad was named Paul, which happened to be my Dad’s name and my middle name. But that is where the similarities between my parents and my foster parents ended. And where similarities with Katie’s foster Mom begin. Martha and Paul had rules and were strict in how they applied the rules and violations of the rules. My childhood was pretty loose and relaxed. There weren’t many rules. I could watch all the Television I wanted, stay up late, and eat what I wanted, including tons of sugar cereal, and homework was something to be ignored. While that might sound like a childhood dream, in reality, it was the opposite of what I needed — I didn’t fully understand that at the time. <blockquote> Children Need Boundaries even if they hate them. </blockquote> My brothers and sisters were six in total. My oldest sister and I were placed with Martha and Paul, and the other four were placed with a family who owned a dairy farm. My Youngest sister joined us later on. So we were not only separated from our Mom but also from each other. Paul was an architect, and Martha was a homemaker. They were well off compared to our poor upbringing. Paul had forty acres of land that he was developing with single-family homes. He built one house each year. He was starting his fourth home when we moved in. One home he lived in; the others were either rented or sold. These were large four-bedroom custom homes, each completely different with stone fireplaces; our home also had a marble fireplace in the… <a href="https://medium.com/the-daily-cuppa-grande/i-hated-my-foster-parents-732a527a5118">Click Here</a>