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I was thinking today about how the hell i got to this point of rehashing exes and job history, and it's a weird story in itself.
When Mom died, our inheritance was put in a trust until my younger brother and i turned 18, so we didnt have access to it without our dads co-signing, and the executor of the estate too, which was my crappy aunt. so she was in charge of the whole thing, and it was a nightmare.
In this whole thing, i ended up with two pieces of paper ive kept in my special files ever since. one was her death certificate, which i hate and is only coming in handy now. the other is my Live Birth Statement from the hospital, written in my Mom's neat hand. I have never had a kid, but I assume this is a form you fill out at the hospital to confirm your kid is alive or something. Fairly innocuous, except for one thing. There is one tiny square that asks for "# of children incl. this one", and under it Mom wrote "2".
I was 15 at the time and completely clueless who to ask about this. My dad wouldnt tell me the truth, and i had taken a big step back from Mom's side of the family because i felt totally rejected, so i didnt feel comfortable asking questions at that time either. Mom had never mentioned another kid, so did i like, eat my twin??
A few years later i was visiting my stepdads Mom, grand-maman Suzie, and sortof gave her the rundown of why I moved out. I told her some of the things my stepmom had said, including "you'll get pregnant at 16 like your Mom!", which made no sense to me.
This is when she told me the few things she knew about this kid - his name, that he was sick. So she confirmed it, but no one on Mom's side talked about it. Not that I blame them, it's a sad, difficult situation. But that was the extent of the information i had until recently.
It actually wasn't until I wrote that very long twitter thread that things started unfolding. I shared it on facebook, and my godmom reached out about it. since then we've been having chats on the weekends about all this.
She's the one who told me my Mom stayed at St-Mary's, which prompted my email to them. Not because i dont believe her but for dates. dates help everything fall into place, says grand-maman.
She's my genealogy grandma, who has written books no one has read yet. I always looked up to her as a kid and still do now. if i can write at all, its to her credit. she always wrote to me on her travels and bought me books, always encouraging that part of my brain.
I'm still waiting for an email from Children's Aid with the redacted information, and for anything from the province. So I may as well get back to the shit show.
When Mom died, our inheritance was put in a trust until my younger brother and i turned 18, so we didnt have access to it without our dads co-signing, and the executor of the estate too, which was my crappy aunt. so she was in charge of the whole thing, and it was a nightmare.
In this whole thing, i ended up with two pieces of paper ive kept in my special files ever since. one was her death certificate, which i hate and is only coming in handy now. the other is my Live Birth Statement from the hospital, written in my Mom's neat hand. I have never had a kid, but I assume this is a form you fill out at the hospital to confirm your kid is alive or something. Fairly innocuous, except for one thing. There is one tiny square that asks for "# of children incl. this one", and under it Mom wrote "2".
I was 15 at the time and completely clueless who to ask about this. My dad wouldnt tell me the truth, and i had taken a big step back from Mom's side of the family because i felt totally rejected, so i didnt feel comfortable asking questions at that time either. Mom had never mentioned another kid, so did i like, eat my twin??
A few years later i was visiting my stepdads Mom, grand-maman Suzie, and sortof gave her the rundown of why I moved out. I told her some of the things my stepmom had said, including "you'll get pregnant at 16 like your Mom!", which made no sense to me.
This is when she told me the few things she knew about this kid - his name, that he was sick. So she confirmed it, but no one on Mom's side talked about it. Not that I blame them, it's a sad, difficult situation. But that was the extent of the information i had until recently.
It actually wasn't until I wrote that very long twitter thread that things started unfolding. I shared it on facebook, and my godmom reached out about it. since then we've been having chats on the weekends about all this.
She's the one who told me my Mom stayed at St-Mary's, which prompted my email to them. Not because i dont believe her but for dates. dates help everything fall into place, says grand-maman.
She's my genealogy grandma, who has written books no one has read yet. I always looked up to her as a kid and still do now. if i can write at all, its to her credit. she always wrote to me on her travels and bought me books, always encouraging that part of my brain.
I'm still waiting for an email from Children's Aid with the redacted information, and for anything from the province. So I may as well get back to the shit show.