Adoption…it’s a good thing.

I have no problem with adoption. It’s very selfless. After you’re informed that you were only put up for adoption because abortion was illegal is when you really begin to feel fancy.

I’ve never seen a living person whom resembled me and the first time I saw a pic of my biomom, grandmother, brothers I had tears streaming down my face.

Speaking for myself only….I connected. All of the questions and wondering disappeared in an instant.  Biomom, (let’s call her Steph) made it clear to her two sons, my full blood brothers, she was about as interested in me now as she was back then. NOT!

That’s ok. No love loss there. A bond that brought tears and goosebumps and throat frogs was instantly experienced between myself and two bro`s.  We would text or talk,if only just a little, every day.

Then someone got jealous. Started intercepting texts… tones changed. Topics of conversation became like small talk with the Wal Mart greeter. Ch-ch-ch changes!

I tried to befriend the jealous beast but it was futile. Fake as cubic zirconia. Then it seemed like a duty to keep in touch with each other

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