Being adopted

Ok, so I'm adopted, and I've always wanted to address a few things about being adopted that I wish "non adopted" members of society knew about being adopted. These are just my thoughts and opinions, so if you, reader, are adopted and disagree that's fine because 1 thing i have learned over time is no 2 adoptions are the same.

Ok first and foremost: The 2 individuals who made my conception possible-Veronica and Tony- are my BIOLOGICAL PARENTS which in no way makes them my REAL PARENTS. The 2 individuals who have provided a life for me and have cared for me since i was an infant -Gwen and Joe- are my REAL PARENTS. They are the ones that have been there for me through every up and down life has thrown my way, the ones that were there for me when i fell off my bike when i was 9 years old and had to get stitched in my chin and get a tooth pulled and then took me to get ice cream afterwards. The ones who were there for me when i woke up in the middle of the night sick or in pain and gave me medicine and held me until i felt well enough to go back to sleep. The ones who were there for me when i was in a car accident when i was 16 years old that almost took my life, and caused my dad to lose his perfect attendance record at work so that he could be by my side in the hospital when i needed him or just wanted him to be. The one's who i can still call on at anytime day or night and know that they will be there for me. That's what makes people parents not providing an egg or sperm. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not bitter nor do I hold any type of grudge towards my BIOLOGICAL PARENTS after all if there was no them, there would be no me. I just don't consider them my REAL PARENTS.
Next on the list:
Don't assume i want to be reunited with my Biological parents:

you have no idea, or maybe you do, how many people think it will be a fun project to track down my biological parents. And yeah i've been curious, but not really.
Almost 2 years ago, I talked to my biological mother for the first time in my life, twice. Of course, I had plenty of questions for her, mainly I wanted to know if I had other siblings, I knew I had 6 sisters and 2 brothers, but were there anymore?? She said there weren't. After the 2nd time talking to her. I decided that i didn't want to persue a relationship with her, so i stopped calling. she never had my number so it was a clean cut. For one thing it was just kind of awkward, and for another thing, remember Gwen and Joe, yeah my REAL PARENTS, I honestly didn't know how they'd feel about it. I told my mom that I had talked to Veronica, and told her that if it bothered her, i wouldn't talk to her anymore. She was actually ok with it, so my decision to end my "relationship" with Veronica was completely my own. For one thing, it was weird to hear someone call me there "baby" who wasn't my mother. And furthermore, she expected that after 28 years, I was going to call her Mom, but it takes more than birthing a child to be a mother, so i chose to call her Veronica just like I had ever since my mother first told me I was adopted. Then I just came to the conclusion that honestly there is no place for her in my life, and that may sound harsh to the "non adopted" kids out there, but its real. Alot of people have tried to convince me to go meet her(she is currently living in Dallas, TX) But to me there is no point, I had a few questions for her and they all got answered, i can't say that i'll never speak to her again, but the desire is not there. A lot of people that i've talked to hear the word mother and they think of the feelings they have for there own mothers and how they coulnd't imagine life without her, thats how i feel about my real (adopted) mother and father...not how i feel about my biological parents...and maybe its something you have to be adopted to get, but i just don't get that warm and cozy safe and loving feeling that i get from my parents with her, and i'm not looking for it. I was adopted by 2 very wonderful people and i am very grateful to have been chosen by them. I guess thats all for now, feel free to comment.