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my family did not know about the pregnancy, my daughter or the placement. i was far away at college...a good reason. her father knew i was pregnant...though now he'll say he didn't know until i was very far in to the pregnancy...which isn't true...he knew from the getgo. we played a fantastic game of denial. i told my sister 3 months post birth and adoption...then i depended on my friends and boyfriends for support. after having DD and her mom look for me and after meeting them....i decided that i could not let my children lie for me...it's not their fault that i didn't tell my family about their big sister...i told my parents earlier this year...and i broke a lot of hearts and learned that i could've turned to my mother...she wished she could've been there to help me...i've heard so many people remark how strong i was to do that by myself...though i don't think of myself as strong. DD is no longer hidden and everything is out in the open...and my life could've been different if i had told my family...but i'm learning that stuff happens for a reason.
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