Hi, I just read your post. I know exactly what you are going thru. I use to hear my amom and adad argue almost every night over something I done when I was a kid. And they use to say I was going to end up just like "her". Well, at 8y.o. I put 2 and 2 together and figured out I was adopted. And I knew somehow, I was never to bring it up. There was only a very few I ever told. Finally in 1992, I found my bfamily. And I found them with the help of my adad's brother, whom I only remember ever seeing once or twice in my whole life. My aaunt even told me that my bmom and amom were, get this, "best friends". And my amom brought me home from the hospital when I was born. I could go on and on, but my full brother, (I also have 2 half sisters,) even knew that I lived in Tn and FL over the years, and I also found out after finding them, we lived within 5 - 10 miles of each other back in the '70's, and my brother, who is now deceased, worked for the City of Schenectady, collecting garbage in the '70's and he even picked up my garbage. Ironic, huh? A few years ago my amom passed away, and the way I found out was online reading the obits. So I called my adad and told him I wanted my adoption papers. He said he would send them and hung up on me. They even turned my oldest son against me. I have 2 granddaughters that I have never seen and probably never will.
Sorry this got so long.