Nov. 2nd, 2006

razorjak: (cut-deeper)
A hypothetical question for my friends ...

Imagine this scenario.

You've been phoned by your birthmother telling you of a death in the family.

When she says the person who died was "X's daughter", you assume she meant your uncle's daughter.

You turn up for the funeral, expecting to see your aunts and uncles and cousins. But almost everyone there is a stranger.

Turns out the X she named wasn't your uncle. It was the sperm donor who you refuse to give the priviledge of being called birth father.

The girl being buried is your sister who you've never met.

After leaving that scene, what would you do?
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It took me almost three weeks to type that last entry out. Hope it explains why I've been a bit out of sorts lately.
razorjak: (Default)
A little more backstory. because I think the way I worded things may have been misleading.

One of my Uncle's and the sperm donor have the same first name. That's where the mistake came about.

The sperm donor and I have only met once. It was over coffee at a diner in a "neutral zone". Somewhere that people would not likely know either of us.

He made it plain that he didn't want anything to do with me. He'd become a *cough* born-again christian and had raised his kids to believe that premarital sex was a sin. He also told me that his wife was totally against me contacting any of my siblings.

So that was our one and only encounter. That took place while I was still in the army.

Over the course of time I have heard tidbits of him and his family due to one of my aunts working with his wife. Turns out that his wife WANTED me to meet her kids. She wanted them to know a sibling they didn't know about. I don't know what lie he told her but I guess she was under the impression I didn't want to meet them.

There have been other things I've learned over the years but none of those really matter.

My birthmother didn't mean for it to be a "cruel joke". She had assumed when she told me which town the funeral was being held would tell me who she was referring to. I'm not mad at her for that.

But I knew no one there as my aunt hadn't made it there yet when I arrived. So I slipped out without talking to anyone.

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