I was adopted from birth. My mother was only 16 when she had me, and her uncle and aunt adopted me. I wasn’t told I was adopted until I was 16. My father told me I was adopted. He was very emotional and was fearful of my reaction. I held his face and told him he’d always be my dad, and he is still my rock and best friend.
Growing up, I didn’t have an easy life. My adoptive mother was an alcoholic and wasn’t very nice to me. She had a son who is my adoptive brother. We aren’t close anymore. She put us through a lot. I kind of always felt like she wasn’t my real mother, though.
My real mother I knew as my aunt. I remember one time saying how we looked alike, and my adoptive mother got so mad at me. My real mother also had two boys who I knew as my cousins. I remember loving my real mother, who I knew as my aunt, so much! I always felt such a strong connection with her but didn’t quite understand why. But now I do, and I think that’s amazing! It just goes to show the bond mothers have with their children.
