My parents = Adopted mother and father (biologically grandparents, legally mom and dad)
Jaime = My real mother
Noah, Crystal, and Stephanie = Biologically my aunts and uncle, legally my brothers and sisters
Today I had a therapist session and didn't think much of it and thought it was the usual session. Towards the end she said that my mom was here and had something to tell me, and that my father was here as well. I immediately freak out because I think I am in trouble. I walk in there and sit in the middle of them and my mother tells me that I am adopted. I have had a sense that I was adopted ever sense I was little andone time while I was at my aunt Destre's house, her daughter told me that I was adopted. I didn't think much about it and pushed it aside, and as a defense mechanism my mind blocked it. So when my parents brought up about me asking them when I was little if I was adopted, I had no recognition of it.
I was like "Oh yeah, I knew that" but when she told me that Jaime was my mother I immediately started crying. I grew up being told that she was my sister, thinking that she was. I never saw a deep resemblence between most of my family memebers besides Jaime. My biological mother passed away a week after I was born because of fatty tissues in the liver. I was born two months early because the doctors feared for both of our lives. Because of me being a preme, I was rushed off to be put in an incubator and heart monitor. Jaime only saw me once before she died. There are no pictures of me and my mother together either. They said that she had gotten worse after she had me and that she bled from her ears, mouth, eyes, and nose.
My parents legally adopted me when all of this happened knowing that my mother wouldn't survive and fearing that my biological dad will take me. My biological father, we do not know where he is. He was heavenly into drugs and was abusive to my mother. When I was born he threatened to kidnap me and take me away, and it got to the point where it was so bad my parents almost fled the country with me.
They tell me I am a miracle baby because although I was a preme, nothing was wrong with me. Everyone is telling me how much I look like her.
My sister stephanie says that when she looks at me she sees so much of my mother that its like playing with her little sister again. They tell me that its weird how me and my mother both like the same cake, have the same favorite color, have artistic abilities and my sister even said that I have her hands and feet. I can definetly tell where I get my nose from now though!
I am only fourteen and my parents had originally planned on telling me when I was older, but our therapist (my adoptive mom and my own therapist) said that they should tell me. That it was the right time.
They have saved things for me from my mother for the time that I would know.
Also, they say that for so long they felt like they were lying to me because they never told me who my real mother was. Everyone is relieved now that I know. So many of my mother's friends from highschool ask about me and how I am doing, and the doctor that delevered me wants to see me. (my mother was popular in high school, her funeral was PACKED with people).
I am not really mad, but more shocked and confused. It is weird and hard to believe that Jaime is my mother, yet I know deep down that its true! I always felt like my adoptive mom wasn't my real mom, yet she will always be my mom.
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