MARY LORRAINE DANROTH
As I type this I am silently crying. The other day my therapist asked me who I wanted to forgive me. It didn't take me long to answer. My first want was my birth mother. My second want was my half sister, and then my other half sister, half brothers and Aunts and Uncles. My last want was my children.
How does one get forgiveness when the one side refuses to acknowledge my existence. I have no way to say sorry. All I can think about is how much I ruined their lives. It plays over and over in my head.
I cry all the time for this day to come and I know it will never happen, at least I have hope that my children may give me some piece of mind.one day.
But in the meantime I have babies in my life to brighten my day.
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