So a few weeks ago I made a post about questions I had concerning the relationship or lack there of with my biological dad. A few days after that a long comment popped up on that post from his girlfriend, some of you may have seen it- most probably didn't, as I quickly took it down. Do you know who the first person I called was? Bobby. I could have called my husband, and I eventually did. I was on the way home to him as we were going on a long weekend trip to celebrate our fourth anniversary. My first instinct was to show up at this woman's house- yes I know where she lives... Google is a wonderful thing. I wasn't upset that she reached out to me, I was upset that she has been told plenty of lies about me, my mom, and my sister. Mostly lies about what all really went down between us and my biological dad. I know this based on her verbiage in the comment. Saying things with such validation as if they were true. And I guess in a way they are her truth; they are the truth she knows and has been told by someone she trusts. I guess like our parents tell us Santa is real- its complete fiction, but for some reason we cling to it even when logic tells us otherwise.
I was angry that when I confronted her privately (which is what she should have done) she told me that she wanted nothing to do with hashing out the details. This tells me she is perfectly content with not knowing the truth. There was no emotional driving force for her to reach out. She didn't want to "get to know me" or "see what I was about". She wasn't reaching out to me on behalf of Robert, I'm sure that if he knew she had done that he would have been pretty ticked as that would have opened a can of worms and unraveled all of his lies. It wasn't anything heartfelt on her end- it was an attack... a defense against me for her man. That, my friends is why I was ready to show up at her door. Who does that to a kid? I don't mean a kid in the sense of being young, but as someones' child.
Honestly, I would have some questions if both of the children of the man I was seeing didn't want anything to do with him.
I know that was a bit of a rant, and I could have kept going, but I try to keep it positive here. Since then there has been a big change in my life. I've mentioned adoption a few times with you guys, and I now have news. Adoption papers were signed yesterday. Not for Stephen and I to bring home a baby, but for Bobby to officially adopt me.
Being adopted as an adult doesn't do as much as it would if I was a kid, but it does change my birth certificate and my legal maiden name. Some of you may be wondering why I would do that as an adult and the answer is really more or less, for Bobby and I. See, it kind of completes everything in our little family. It doesn't matter if it doesn't "do a lot", it makes us happy.
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