Sometimes I think about my mom. What were her reasons for giving me up for adoption. Did she not have the money to take care of me? Did she not have the room for another child? Did she love me at all? Why did she give me up and not my sister? Was I the ugly duckling? All of these questions runs through my mind every day. I never know what to think. I wonder if she wants to meet me, or if she just wanted to get rid of me and never think about me again? Daily these questions go through my head and I have never had an answer to them? And I don't think that I ever will. It's frusterating. And depressing.
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