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Odd the way it works
Here is a short version of my situation.... well.. maybe...
I was adopted at birth, my adoptive mother allready had a son that was hers by blood, I guess in the beginning she may have loved me I can not really say. Later in life through some troubleing teen years i suppose i became depressed and what not, i was "hard to deal with" so she sent me to boarding school. I failed out of there it was the only way not to be sent back. In any case returning home yet again. I began to act out cutting my arms and things like that of which i do not do anymore i was 15 or so at the time , she sent me to the psych hospital at that point. 2 years she made me stay there. i turned 16 in there i was almost 18 when i got out, although it helpped me finish school, it sucked . I got married not long after i got out, divorced married again 3 kids in total . my mother told me she wished she had never "bought me" and some other really nasty things, Is it this way when you do not turn out the way they expect you to, that since you are not blood they can dismiss you. no matter what i have done, she never approves she is a wealthy woman and would not give me a dime to save my life. i was in a coma for three weeks i woke up and all she could say to me is that i messed her business deal... i died three time was on full life support... now tell me are you not supposed to say I LOVE YOU!!! thank god your okay??? after leaveing the hospital, she would not take me home she sent me to the YWCA, she wanted nothing to do with me once again. to this day even though i myself am doing extreamly well for myself and have a rewarding life, shewont give me one glance. my brother sexually abused me when iw as a kid when i told her when i was 14 she said "no not MY son" and that means just what?? anyway, I am trying to find a closure to all of this, it pains me to think of not having any family of which i dont. I search in vain for a birth family that i pretty much feel that i will never find, as most of us can not afford the money that is involved in it. it is just frustrating how life turns out. now that i have ranted what i have not even really ranted to my fiancee about, thanks for listening Jena |
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I would start by telling your fiancee as much of your story as you feel comfortable sharing. You may find him to be wonderfully compassionate. It would be so freeing not to have to keep those secrets from your spouse. If he truly loves you he will not reject you. So sorry for all that you have gone through. I hope your future is infinitely happier than your past. God bless.
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So sorry for what you went through...there really are just plain evil people in the world, or so broken and messed up from what they may not have gotten themselve,s they aren't in a position to parent. I was in an abusive ad home growing up, but not as bad as that...I think I would not have any contact w/ a 'mom' like that again...it may bring healing to you though to send her a letter (?) God bless...
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Hi Jenna... I cannot begin to tell you how (sadly) your story sounds much like mine. In fact, had you not mentioned "boarding school", I would have thought I had written your post.
I've started writing in another Forum, Reactive Attachment Disorder Support Group. Many of the after-affects of being hurt, rejected & abandoned by the very people who should Teach us how to love, write and read messages from others who Understand the misunderstood. There's a sick, twisted, demented pleasure knowing someone ELSE has had a hideous childhood, too... isn't it? Yep... I am the Double Jeopardy, Two-Time Loser who just can't get It right. "IT" being someone else's definition of who/what I was supposed to be. I am removed enough now to see, instead, I am far better and happier for being That Reject, so I can become my Own hero. ["Heroine", actually, but my anal gramatical ways sometimes get me in trouble, and some have thought Heroine is the drug, not the female hero, it actually is!] Kerry |
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