posted on Sep, 27 2011 @ 02:59 PM
Summer, I wasn't adopted. But I was a posession, like you, who longed for mothering. I was a child raised by a very immature and disturbed mother.
Nothing was given without a reminder of how much was sacrificed. So much so, I still become anxious when receiving any gift. Some women just aren't
mothers. One New Year's Eve, in first grade, my mother decided to play a fantastic joke and tell me I was adopted, only to let me off the hook three
hours later. Sometimes I still wonder. Sometimes I wish I had a birth mother to look for. Biology doesn't always facilitate a bond. You've
earned your strength and wisdom - any mother worth her salt would be proud.