I can sometimes be wrong and need other people thoughts about things, I wont lie I’m a harsh person because I’m telling the truth. Don’t read if your attention span is low lol, this is very long.
I was adopted at 5 by a perfect white family, in my younger years it was an okay childhood but its because I was innonce and didn’t know the truth behind everyone. I had other siblings, my adoptive parents Mila and Jones had 4 biological kids that they treated like kings and queens. But even though their kids were treated better, we all got beat. Jones was abusive, especially when he would drink. I was a witness and a victim, I’ve seen Mila get beat many times and the kids. I remember when Jones beat me because I was talking back, the old generation doesn’t believe kids should talk back. Mila also did the same from here and there, shit I would get slapped up by her the most because she didn’t like looking at my face.
I always wonder why they adopted me to throw what they did for me in my face. I wasn’t very close with their kids because it was so segregated in that house, while Mila and Jones kids looked proper I looked like I came from a farm. My hair is different from theirs and they didn’t know how to handle it, my hair was very long but Mila cut it because its”nappy” I wanted out of that house. Very racist people that spoke horrible about everyone, their family was like a cult.
My biological family is from the Caribbean and I wasn’t allowed to be in tune with my culture, in their words I have to be like them or get out. In my teenage years I started doing a search to find my bio mother, I found her from one person. Mila had one picture of me with an older lady and when I asked her who it was she said it was my grandmother, I’m not a detective so I had no clue what her number was and surely Mila wasn’t giving it to me.
I had to do so much work to find my bio mom, something in me wanted closure. I finally felt like theirs was a purpose in life, I found my bio mom by getting in contact with the national adoption agency. I was genuinely happy, but this started issues. Mila and Jones thought it was a bad idea that I was seeing my bio mom, Mila was acting crazy about it saying that she’s my mother.
Since all that happened years ago I barely talk to my adoptive parents or their kids, over the years my mom and I grew a relationship. She told me why she gave me up and I wasn’t mad at her because some people don’t have a choice. I became close with my bio family and I felt welcomed, something I haven’t felt before. I met my husband 3 years ago and we are married, I recently had my first child 2 weeks ago.
My mom has been with me helping and giving me advice, now Heres the thing. Mila and Jones has never seen my baby nor have they been to the wedding, I would get letters from her and her family but I would throw them away. She still has my number but I don’t bother to answer, this time she had my full attention. She probably was scared to call me but she found the guts to, she knew I was pregnant but didn’t know I had the baby already.
She was beating around the bush, she asked what I was doing and I told her I was feeding the baby. That’s when she became talkative, she asked when did I have the baby and why I didn’t tell her. I told her I didn’t feel like it, and she asked if she can come over one time and see the baby but that was an immediate no.
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I can sometimes be wrong and need other people thoughts about things, I wont lie I’m a harsh person because I’m telling the truth. Don’t read if your attention span is low lol, this is very long.
I was adopted at 5 by a perfect white family, in my younger years it was an okay childhood but its because I was innonce and didn’t know the truth behind everyone. I had other siblings, my adoptive parents Mila and Jones had 4 biological kids that they treated like kings and queens. But even though their kids were treated better, we all got beat. Jones was abusive, especially when he would drink. I was a witness and a victim, I’ve seen Mila get beat many times and the kids. I remember when Jones beat me because I was talking back, the old generation doesn’t believe kids should talk back. Mila also did the same from here and there, shit I would get slapped up by her the most because she didn’t like looking at my face.
I always wonder why they adopted me to throw what they did for me in my face. I wasn’t very close with their kids because it was so segregated in that house, while Mila and Jones kids looked proper I looked like I came from a farm. My hair is different from theirs and they didn’t know how to handle it, my hair was very long but Mila cut it because its”nappy” I wanted out of that house. Very racist people that spoke horrible about everyone, their family was like a cult.
My biological family is from the Caribbean and I wasn’t allowed to be in tune with my culture, in their words I have to be like them or get out. In my teenage years I started doing a search to find my bio mother, I found her from one person. Mila had one picture of me with an older lady and when I asked her who it was she said it was my grandmother, I’m not a detective so I had no clue what her number was and surely Mila wasn’t giving it to me.
I had to do so much work to find my bio mom, something in me wanted closure. I finally felt like theirs was a purpose in life, I found my bio mom by getting in contact with the national adoption agency. I was genuinely happy, but this started issues. Mila and Jones thought it was a bad idea that I was seeing my bio mom, Mila was acting crazy about it saying that she’s my mother.
Since all that happened years ago I barely talk to my adoptive parents or their kids, over the years my mom and I grew a relationship. She told me why she gave me up and I wasn’t mad at her because some people don’t have a choice. I became close with my bio family and I felt welcomed, something I haven’t felt before. I met my husband 3 years ago and we are married, I recently had my first child 2 weeks ago.
My mom has been with me helping and giving me advice, now Heres the thing. Mila and Jones has never seen my baby nor have they been to the wedding, I would get letters from her and her family but I would throw them away. She still has my number but I don’t bother to answer, this time she had my full attention. She probably was scared to call me but she found the guts to, she knew I was pregnant but didn’t know I had the baby already.
She was beating around the bush, she asked what I was doing and I told her I was feeding the baby. That’s when she became talkative, she asked when did I have the baby and why I didn’t tell her. I told her I didn’t feel like it, and she asked if she can come over one time and see the baby but that was an immediate no.
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All I needed to read was the 2nd paragraph about being beat. Didn’t read the rest. No, you don’t let those people near your children. Full stop.
They’re horrible people, I would really like to k ow what their answer was for adopting you?
NTA If I were you, I would never talk to them, see them, or let them know anything about me for the rest of my life.