Yet neither my sperm donor or incubator had any interest in getting to know them.
They just adore their "step-grandchildren" and are very close to them.
Greeting cards and gift certificates do not make a relationship.
I hate my bitterness. I know why they don't care for me, but how can they not have any interest in my children? They are the only other persons alive on this planet besides me who share their DNA. I don't understand how they have not even been curious to know these young people who share 1/4 of their DNA.
I do not believe that "blood is thicker than water".
11/25/2009
11/24/2009
My sperm donor was 21yo and my incubator was 15yo when I was conceived.
I used to overhear stories that first, the incubator tried desperately to self-abort.
Her mother prayed that I would be still-born. I wasn't born a bastard though, since the sperm donor and incubator married.
Personally, I think the sperm donor should have gone to prison. That wasn't done too much in the 1950s.
Not a good start. Almost 60 years later I am still so wounded. Every time my ego takes a hit about anything at all I revert to that little girl who wonders why I was punishment instead of a cherished baby.
Will I be released when each of them finally dies?
I used to overhear stories that first, the incubator tried desperately to self-abort.
Her mother prayed that I would be still-born. I wasn't born a bastard though, since the sperm donor and incubator married.
Personally, I think the sperm donor should have gone to prison. That wasn't done too much in the 1950s.
Not a good start. Almost 60 years later I am still so wounded. Every time my ego takes a hit about anything at all I revert to that little girl who wonders why I was punishment instead of a cherished baby.
Will I be released when each of them finally dies?
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