On Thursday, February 24th, my biological mother, died after a long battle with both breast and ovarian cancer.
She gave me up as soon as I was born. She was 14 years old. My father tried his best to love her, and me, but he was just not able to. He was also 14. His sister, the woman Ive called Mom my whole life, and her husband, the man Ive called Dad, raised me. They adopted me, and changed my name. They also took in my biological father, and I was raised believing he was my uncle that had no home, and I called him my brother.
When I was 16 years old, I gave birth to my own daughter. The father was a friend of my biological father. Once my biological father found this out, he killed himself. I found out, shortly after, the truth about who he was, who I was, and who my real mother was.
4 years later, my daughter passed away, after a short battle with tumors near her brain stem.
From the time my father died, until the time she died, my biological mother tried to be my friend. Never my mother, or anything resembling my mother. I resented her deeply and I would even go as far as to say I hated her. She hurt me in more ways than I can count and I kept going back to her, because I thought I needed to. I recently found out I have 2 half brothers, that I have never met, along with the numerous husbands she's acquired.
I wish my relationship with the woman that gave me life had been better. I wish she had known peace in her life. I know she died searching for herself and true happiness. I can not say that I am upset, truly, because she was not my mother. My mother is sleeping now, next to my father, who have given me more love than I could ever express in words.
The woman that carried me in her womb, did not love me like a daughter, or even a friend. I can not say she truly loved me at all. But as my biological mother, in a strange way, I loved her. She set in motion the general craziness of my life. Without her, I wouldnt be alive and for that alone, I am thankful.
She gave me up as soon as I was born. She was 14 years old. My father tried his best to love her, and me, but he was just not able to. He was also 14. His sister, the woman Ive called Mom my whole life, and her husband, the man Ive called Dad, raised me. They adopted me, and changed my name. They also took in my biological father, and I was raised believing he was my uncle that had no home, and I called him my brother.
When I was 16 years old, I gave birth to my own daughter. The father was a friend of my biological father. Once my biological father found this out, he killed himself. I found out, shortly after, the truth about who he was, who I was, and who my real mother was.
4 years later, my daughter passed away, after a short battle with tumors near her brain stem.
From the time my father died, until the time she died, my biological mother tried to be my friend. Never my mother, or anything resembling my mother. I resented her deeply and I would even go as far as to say I hated her. She hurt me in more ways than I can count and I kept going back to her, because I thought I needed to. I recently found out I have 2 half brothers, that I have never met, along with the numerous husbands she's acquired.
I wish my relationship with the woman that gave me life had been better. I wish she had known peace in her life. I know she died searching for herself and true happiness. I can not say that I am upset, truly, because she was not my mother. My mother is sleeping now, next to my father, who have given me more love than I could ever express in words.
The woman that carried me in her womb, did not love me like a daughter, or even a friend. I can not say she truly loved me at all. But as my biological mother, in a strange way, I loved her. She set in motion the general craziness of my life. Without her, I wouldnt be alive and for that alone, I am thankful.
I hope things go along a little more smoothly for you in the future, you deserve it.