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From opening ad 7405 who says am I the asshole for not inviting my adoptive parents to my

wedding.

I 30 female am getting married to my fiancé in May.

I was adopted when I was a baby and my adoptive parents, 50s, did their

best to raise me and support me through college. We always had a good relationship and I obviously

love them. When I was 23, I decided to search for my biological parents and long story short,

they were teenagers, 14 when they had me. They are still together and they have

two more children. They said they wanted to keep me but they couldn't raise me so they decided

to put me up for adoption. The thing that really hurt me was that in my childhood in teenage years

they tried to contact my adoptive parents and have a relationship with me, but my adoptive parents

refused. When I confronted my adoptive parents, they said that they were afraid that I

might prefer my biological parents, so they tried to keep them away. I was hurt and disappointed

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