I realized after reading my last blog post that people may have gotten the wrong impression. I’ve not broken up from my boyfriend. We’re still together…still in love.
No. I meant that my natural father has apparently decided that a relationship with me is too much for him. That’s my assumption anyway…haven’t heard a thing from him since his last email in August and before that, I’d gotten a quick thank you after I’d sent him the Father’s Day card (coincidentally, Father’s Day fell on my birthday this year and I never got a “Hey, Happy Birthday” message or anything.
It would have been a year that we were in reunion as of Christmas Eve. Now, I have to live with the knowledge that I won’t ever truly get to know him. I’m sad right now…and possibly still in denial that he could tell me that he was excited to get to know me and my children in one breath, and in the next, I get nothing.
I should have known though…and I’m kicking myself in the ass right now for ever thinking that my reunion with him would be anything like the one I’m in with my natural mom and her side of my family orchard (definitely don’t just have a family tree). After all, my mom sought ME out…and with my father, I found him and contacted him.
From what my mom has said, in her conversations/emails with him, he hasn’t told his sons about me. Apparently his relationships with them aren’t the greatest and he is worried about how they’d react. I get that..really…I do…but that doesn’t lessen the pain and the heartache of once again being a dirty little secret.
God, I feel like such an adopted bastard today.