The other day, I listened to a podcast about *NPEs. The woman being interviewed said she started her own podcast because she wanted to take away her mom’s shame. This hit hard for me. Since I’ve gone public with my story, I’ve had this underlying defensive feeling that I haven’t been able to put my finger…
I knew that eventually, I had to tell our girls about the secret I had discovered because it also affected them. This was their DNA, too. I had made the decision not to tell my siblings until after my mother had passed away, but I felt the longer I waited to tell the girls,…
“I wasn’t ever going to tell you.” Those were Mom’s first words after I sat down with her and told her what I knew. Her words stung. It was the only time I could remember having a flash of anger towards her. Really?? One year, ten months, and six days after I sat in my…
In 1996, I was a full-time stay-at-home Mom to our three young daughters, under age 6. I turned 31 years old that year. I was lucky to be able to stay home, but it was tough sometimes, especially because my husband worked 12-14 hour days at that time. It was a trade-off for everyone involved,…
It was September 15, 2016. I was at a breaking point because I still hadn’t told anyone my secret. I hadn’t talked with my mother about my discovery, either. I was struggling with it all. I kept setting dates in my head when I would do it, and then I would make an excuse not…
Surprisingly, I wasn’t anxious to find out who my biological father was because, with every passing day, I felt in my gut that I already knew who it was. I was bouncing all around through those stages of grief, and depression was a big one now. Long-forgotten memories started to slowly become conscious ones. When…