General Discussion & Chat: *Sweet Interruptions* Room 263, 1 by lanakila

lanakila wrote:
LK, sweet peaches, or pickled peaches, or both? :)

Exciting story, so sit back and enjoy the long-winded version:
My parents had me right after high school. They were unmarried, and of different races, so the whole thing went over like a lead balloon. They eventually got married, then divorced when I was 4. Mom remarried when I was six and when I was 8 my stepdad wanted to adopt me. My biological father traveled a great deal because he was in the military (stepdad was too), so he knew he couldn't be the involved parent that all children deserve. He agreed to the adoption. It was absolutely the best thing he could have ever personally done for me. It worked out so very well for all parties involved.

Following along so far?

He moved on, we moved on, and when I was 13 my mom and dad (not my father) had my sister. Even though she and I are just half-sisters, she's my sister, period. I've had her since day one and she had two moms. I left home when she was 4, so both of us were basically only children. We are very, very close.

I usually knew, generally, where my biological father was. It's not like we completely cut ties. Every couple of years there'd be a card, etc. When I was 15 he had a son. When I was 18, he had a daughter, Parker. I'm 44, she's 26.

Today I met Parker for the very first time! We've been friends on Facebook for a few years, so we were familiar with the goings on in each other's lives, but to finally meet face-to-face was really quite thrilling! I had met up with my father and his wife during an airport layover a few years ago. Parker couldn't wait to tease her brother that he's the only one who hasn't met me yet. Silly girl!