Dear Adoption, You Disassembled My Life Unnecessarily
I grew up in an open adoption. My birth mom went to church with my adoptive parents. Christa was 17 when she got pregnant with me and her parents would not let her live in their home and raise me. They didn’t offer her any assistance and pounded into her how much shame she brought on their family.
Christa’s mother approached my adoptive mom and asked if they’d be interested in adopting me. It wasn’t a secret that my adoptive parents had struggled to get pregnant for 7 years.
Christa agreed but she wanted the adoption to be open (an open adoption means she would be able to see me from time to time).
I always knew Christa. I never called her mom.
Christa never felt like my mom even though we looked a lot alike. As a kid I didn’t really understand…
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