Wow......
I contacted my birth father today. He waited almost 19 years to hear my voice, and he's never actually laid eyes on me. The only picture of me he has is from when I was 3 days old.... wow. There's so much about my life that he missed because he was forced out of it. He has my name and birthdate tattooed over his heart. If he'd had a hand in my naming, my name would be Cynthia Nicole. I like that name better than the name on my birth certificate. There are so many things that he and I have in common... it's uncanny. We're both artists, we both like the colour blue, we both like Star Wars, we both have blue eyes that seem to change shade with what we wear... I have to open up a PO box so I can write to him.
My brother doesn't want him knowing where I am. Doesn't want his precious runts exposed to him.
Does my brother really think I'm going to let him in the house? I swear, my maternal family thinks I'm stupid or something. *shakes her head.*
My daddy's going to have to wait until I'm 20 to see me. And that in and of itself sucks massive donkey dick.
My brother doesn't want him knowing where I am. Doesn't want his precious runts exposed to him.
Does my brother really think I'm going to let him in the house? I swear, my maternal family thinks I'm stupid or something. *shakes her head.*
My daddy's going to have to wait until I'm 20 to see me. And that in and of itself sucks massive donkey dick.