I 27f was adopted at 9 months, both my biological parents were addicted to drugs and involved in gangs.
I was taken away at birth, my adoptive parents were always open about me being adopted and answered any questions I asked to the best of their knowledge, often they had to say “I honestly don’t know, but we can see what we can find out.”
They even gave me a beautiful scrapbook that my foster family made during the 9 months I was there. And told me that they would help me get into contact with my bio parents if I wanted. I never felt the urge to, my adoptive parents are my parents.
3 years ago I received a message over Facebook from a random person saying he was friends with my biological mother and she wanted to connect. I was hesitant, but my parents encouraged me to try, so I agreed.
We mainly messaged over Facebook, and eventually spoke over the phone. Things seem OK but then they wanted me to call the. Mom and Dad and when they got angry and said im their blood, they are my mom and dad. I said no you missed everything.
My first words, first steps, the first day of kindergarten, helped me deal with bullies, taught me to love myself, how I don’t need to rely on anyone. Mom held me as I cried when my first relationship ended. Dad would take me out when I was feeling down.
Last year I got a call from an unknown number. She was crying and begged me not to hang up please, between sobs she said my father had died of a heart attack, and that it would mean alot to her if I’d come to the funeral.
I apologized for her loss but said that I couldn’t go. I wouldn’t be able to offer her the support she needed and honestly, it wasn’t my place, I had no connection to them. And it would be unfair for me to go. While she admitted she was disappointed she understood my reasons.
I found out he left me his motorcycle, rental property overseas and just over $8,000 much to the anger and shock of his widow. I honestly didn’t want anything. I didn’t know the man and I had no use for a motorcycle or a rental property overseas.
I reached out to his parents asking if they’d like the motorcycle, as he was so proud if it. And inquired about the rental property finding out it had been owned by the family for generations. That was sold and later thought I felt like it was wrong for me to have it and asked the grandparents if someone else in the family would want it.
I ended up deciding to donate the money half to a charity and half to a foster home in his name. I thought I was done with everything however his widow and her hellspawn, and spawn point are all sending me all kinds of messages.
That if I didn’t want the money or items I should have given them to them ect. And how could I be so cold to everyone?
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