It has been years since I have written anything about adoption. I did not want to return to it but it was healing the first time my biological mother rejected me. I guess it is understandable that I return to blogging. I want healing but on a different level this time. I do not want to return to the utter devastation that I felt the last time.
The woman who gave birth to me is a doozy. Words cannot describe her. I am, however, getting ahead of myself. I want to retell this story so that my kids have this for future reference. I do not want to discourage others from searching or doing a DNA test. Since I now know all of the details of my history, I feel a considerable peace. She can no longer steal my identity. I have it now.
I am a passionately ungrateful adoptee. I am ungrateful in a different sense. I am ungrateful to her and for her. God placed me with a good family. God also planned the reunion with my Dad and my half sister. My biological mother could not keep me secret from everyone forever.
~Martha Ann’s Daughter