I Really Wish That Adoption Records Remain Sealed

So to give a time reference, just let it stand as sometime years ago. It was a boy girl party and someone suggested spin the bottle. I didn't know her, someone's cousin. Beautiful, the most beautiful girl I had ever seen and the spin put her on the receiving end of my kiss. She closed her eyes and when I put my hands on her shoulders she was trembling, so I lightly kissed her cheek and got booed.

Later when we were in line to get something to eat she offered to bring me a plate. She kissed my cheek. Boy, was I in love. She wasn't old enough to date, but she would go to her cousin's house and I could meet her there. It was there that we had sex, it was there that she got pregnant. It was there that my life was destroyed.

The baby was given up for adoption, I had no say on this and neither did she. We never knew the sex. Of course I was in reform school so what rights did I have. So many years later, after making a living as a machinist, after a long marriage and a divorce, after all these years a woman came to me and told me she is my daughter. DNA is a nasty thing, it tells the truth.

I don't feel anything for this woman. Nothing. All this has done is open my wound. Silence was her real choice, nothing has been done except to break my heart again. Sorry for the downer.

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by Anonymous on Nov 20, 2020 at 5:51 PM

Stop being a selfish c**t and support your daughter

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