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Disposable My bio mom hits me up with a dramatic ” you need to help me”. I’m hard at work. My phone vibrates on and on and on. The basic 10 text in a row is demanding that I pick her up to go to the store. The sob story comes, ” I’m sick, I’m dying. “ It’s that moment I pick up the phone, dial that number. Life’s anger over takes. Anger It’s within me and I am not addressing it. I have hidden it. The world that brings about my anger is the feeling of being Disposable. It’s the feeling I feel and it is the feeling that I have felt all my life. The example of me harboring my anger of being disposable comes when my bio mom calls me demanding that I do things for her. She gets mad when I say no. She plays games, she tries to throw fake guilt trips on me. Telling me that I haven’t been there for her, when in fact I have. She conveniently forget that she is the one that hasn’t been there for me. 21 years of my life, no bio mom. She is the parent that left
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It Doesn’t Make You a Mom JULY 23, 2017 I called her when I was 18.  The internet did what it does best, connects. I was lucky that my social worker left me a packet so that I could one day meet her; my birth mom I’ve known my biological siblings for forever and I thank God so much for that. But I wanted to meet her. For six months, I spoke to her; my birth mom. I had picked up the phone one day, hands shaking as the phone  rang and went directly to voicemail. I spoke after the beep: “Hello, I am Mary, your daughter…. I need to tell you that I forgive you and that I love you.” Those were the words I wanted to say for a long time. 16 years to be exact. Few days later we spoke. Many people will say that there is no way that a young children can have feelings of love, when they haven’t met their mommies or too little to remember. It’s a lie. Understand, I was an infant when I met my bio mom. Twenty birthdays have gone by and  I at each birthday, have cried because I knew that i
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