Half Breed

Quick backstory. My mother is the maid in my father's house. She is Salvadoran. My stepmother raised me in the house, basically my mother was my maid too. I went to the same private school with my half brother and sister, we were raised as full blooded, the difference is they are blonde blue eyed and I'm dark eyed and have course jet black hair, I am fair skinned. Whatever, those who know who my mother is never made an issue of it, and those that don't never asked why I am so different from my siblings. When I was 17 my father forced me to go meet my mother's family. They didn't like me and I don't like them. I'm white, not Hispanic,

I got my undergrad at Cal Tech, my Masters at Kellogg's. I went to work for a Fortune 50. Life was good. Along came a man, a wealthy Mexican, caught me unprepared and he made me pregnant. Schoolgirl me I immediately thought he would marry me. The answer was no, I am the maid's daughter, mixed breed, low caste, Salvadoran, i.e. not Mexican. If I continued with the pregnancy his family would take the baby and raise it. Not me, I am not worthy of it.

In one afternoon I was my mother.

I can't apologize to my mother, I can't forgive my father and stepmother, I kept my baby and disappeared to have him without naming his father. I live in the Southwest, far from California, work in a middle management position for a regional company, I am dating a half Mexican, half Anglo Hispanic family man. We are getting married.