mommy dearest
my frickin in laws.
the love of my life is an adopted son. his birth mother was all of fourteen years old when she was impregnated, and took the bold and brave step of giving him up before his first birthday. it has been years since he's seen her, and oddly enough, she has lived in this same little old out in the middle of nowhere town for his entire life. we tried to find her when we were married..then again when our first child was born, but to no avail. his parents gave us what information they had (which was something to the effect of a finger pointing 'that way' and saying they thought she was living with 'some black guy' and didn't have a phone) WELL, somehow he ran into her at a resturaunt the other day and totally freaked. it was a pleasant reunion, and he obtained her phone number and found that she lives a few hours away. he's going up to see her on Tuesday, then inviting her to come meet me and the girls before we head out of town in a week or so. anyway, he comes home with the news and i'm happy crying..he tells his dad and he's excited for him. tells his mom, who asks if he told the woman that he has two children. he answers 'yeah, she has two granddaughters and didn't even know it' and she responds with 'those are MY girls. YOU'RE MINE!'
ouch. he smoothed over the blatant rage with a calm, knowing affirmation that no one is trying to take anyone away. see, this is what i deal with every day. so bizarre, not my thing at all. i left the house at that very moment for a smoke and quick yoga to calm the nerves. a bottle of Jack would have been nice. i just can't wait to get out of here. just when i think it can't get any worse, people start fighting over the emotional custody of my own children. gee wiz! what a psycho.
the love of my life is an adopted son. his birth mother was all of fourteen years old when she was impregnated, and took the bold and brave step of giving him up before his first birthday. it has been years since he's seen her, and oddly enough, she has lived in this same little old out in the middle of nowhere town for his entire life. we tried to find her when we were married..then again when our first child was born, but to no avail. his parents gave us what information they had (which was something to the effect of a finger pointing 'that way' and saying they thought she was living with 'some black guy' and didn't have a phone) WELL, somehow he ran into her at a resturaunt the other day and totally freaked. it was a pleasant reunion, and he obtained her phone number and found that she lives a few hours away. he's going up to see her on Tuesday, then inviting her to come meet me and the girls before we head out of town in a week or so. anyway, he comes home with the news and i'm happy crying..he tells his dad and he's excited for him. tells his mom, who asks if he told the woman that he has two children. he answers 'yeah, she has two granddaughters and didn't even know it' and she responds with 'those are MY girls. YOU'RE MINE!'
ouch. he smoothed over the blatant rage with a calm, knowing affirmation that no one is trying to take anyone away. see, this is what i deal with every day. so bizarre, not my thing at all. i left the house at that very moment for a smoke and quick yoga to calm the nerves. a bottle of Jack would have been nice. i just can't wait to get out of here. just when i think it can't get any worse, people start fighting over the emotional custody of my own children. gee wiz! what a psycho.