Well. Let’s see.
I have been an adopted child ✅
I have loved my own Mama from day one✅ a love I should have been free to express from day one but was inhibited by everyone else story about me✅
I was honest about loving her✅
And I was honest in showing that my Adopted Mama did not take her place✅
I’ve shown that she has her own place in me✅
Which she puts in jeopardy to stay the same. Refusing to see what has always been ✅
I’ve finally given myself permission to profess my undying love to my Mama here. Despite public ridicule and family Destain. ✅
I have tried to wrap my mind around this that folks call love? ✅
I’ve added and added it up all day long. Still comes back to loving my own Mama ✅
I have worked really hard to be a good person. Which by the way? I always was?✅
I’ve confronted my own Mamas shit about me?✅head on. ✅ and gave all that was hers back to her✅
She’s now reeling ✅ and hopefully will adjust. Like me. ✅
I’ve bravely apposed the idea that she could even be replaced✅
And offered my recommendations for resolve✅. Unification of us as a whole✅
I’ve mourned a loss that I won’t get over and have to live with✅
And placed my mounting first above my families comfort ✅ finally ✅
I’ve step into my road of healing✅
Which no one could help me with but me✅
I’ve stood alone and stripped myself bare in front of the world to show folks the wound✅
Now. What you do is up to you. You can not say an adoptee didn’t not warn you of what you all are doing to children all over the planet when you basically approve of giving up on family.
So. That’s a lot. Pat pat. On my own back ✅
and I’ve preserved what my Mama was that was good back in the 60’s within me. Safe. Where she can’t hurt that part of herself again.
And. The shame is now on her ✅