I did not know I was adopted by my Dad until I was a teenager. As far as I knew, I was his birthdaughter. I was devastated when I found out about this. I didn't want to let him know that I knew. I can't explain it, except to say that I loved him and didn't want to hurt him. At the time when I found out, I was going through adolescence and I didn't get along too well with my Mom. I know now that what I was going through was a normal process of growing up. We couldn't talk about it at all. I was so hurt and disappointed,and didn't have anyone to talk to about this. All this did was make matters worst for me. I held my feelings in and when my Mom and I would argue, I would throw this in her face. I'm not proud now of how I dealt with my pain.
I got married and my Mom and I became real close. Now I couldn't talk to her because I didn't want to hurt her. I think she felt like she had done the right thing for both of us. In the mean time, I found out that my grandmother had given 4 of her children up for adoption. I was very close to my grandmother when I was growing up. I lived with her on and off during my childhood. I didn't know anything about the children that she gave up for adoption until later.
My Mom left home when she was 14 years old. She lived at "The House of Good Shepherd's", in New Orleans, for about a year and a half. She got pregnant with me when she was 15 years old.
All I know is that my Mom and I lived in New Orleans, LA. When I was about 1 year old, my birthfather came to see us. He brought me a puppy. When he knocked on the door, he told my Mom that he was here to see his kid. My Mom didn't like the way he said that and slammed the door in his face. That is the only incident that I am aware of. When I was 3 years old, my Mom married my Dad, and he adopted me. I have never seen any adoption papers. My birth certificate looks normal.
My Mom and Dad were divorced when I was about 11 years old. My Mom passed away almost ten years ago from cancer at the age of 43. I miss her so much. My grandmother passed away a few years later from cancer. I never knew my Mom's father. I would love to find my birthfather and any family that I may have. I really don't have a lot to go on. I would also love to find my Mom's sisters. My Mom spoke of finding them all the time. She would cry about her sisters a lot. I have more information on them than I do on myself.
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