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I 45m. Am set to meet my birth mother this weekend. I was given up for adoption at a few months old and have only been corresponding with her for a couple months. In a very strange twist a death in her family is bringing her to my part of the country and we decided to meet. I’m really overwhelmed. I knew we’d meet one day but I just didn’t think it would be this quick . Im having to really work on processing all this. Anyways, Wish me luck

I 45m . Was adopted. I always kinda thought something was different. But it was always brushed aside. I asked when I was I 8 after a friend of mine said I was adopted. They produced the birth certificate that said my adopted parents were my parents. But it never sat right. As I got older it became more and more impossible to deny but they still did. At about 17 I asked my adopted mother if I had a different dad. She point blank asked what do u think I’m a whore? I never asked again and reserved myself to the fact I’d never know until they died. I was the youngest of 5 in that family and was much younger than the rest of the kids. At 28, I got a letter from the department of children and families that my biological mother was reaching out. They still denied I was adopted. I buried the adoption and stuck with my adopted family . But I over had the best relationship with my adopted father. So thought of my birth father crept in. After a few years I wanted to meet him. It caused a lot of problems in my adopted family. I was made to feel really awful about how I felt. I met my biological father twice and shut off contact. It all just became too much. I buried it all until about three years ago. I had gotten sober two years before that and things just changed for me. I didn’t see the world the same way. Then my adopted father died and all hell broke loose. I found the letters I knew I would. But I also learned just how deep the deception went. Everyone knew but me. It was like a tv show that I didn’t know I was in. They knew. And they laughed about it. That’s when I learned what I was to them. And started cutting off contact. I still spoke to my adopted mother. But she started losing her mind after my dad died. And when it did she couldn’t keep track of her lies anymore. Everything I knew was a lie, Everything. I walked away from it all. But a month or so back I found out my biological father died. And it ripped open alot of wounds. And reminded me of questions I need answers. I’ve buried this for almost twenty years but need closure, real closure. I’ve reached out to birth relatives with no responses. But I’m gonna keep trying. Wish me luck!