I was telling my aunt Mary, my birth fathers sister who happens to be my age about something that was told to me years ago. At the time the story was told, I was probably in my early 20's, and I'm guessing a tad bit easier going than I am now? You know, just didnt think too much about anything. At the time, it was dangerous, I was on the edge and knew just to keep everything compartmentalized.
Anyhow, my birth mom told me the story about how her family found out she was pregnant with me. How everyone was torn apart, she was in the bath tub, and her mom came in, realizing she was pregnant. Her father was in the hall, and her mother told him the news. He replied, "Not Nancy, shes too smart for that" - REALLY? SHE's too smart for that, I'm guessing it was the immaculate conception, right? She got pregnant by herself I was probably thinking when I heard the story.
My birth mom continued with the story, she had been trying to abort me. Using Coca-Cola, ways I never thought possible, to make the pregnancy go away. Long hot, almost boiling baths to somehow make me go away. Her girlfriend had helped her find ways of aborting. As you can all see, it didnt work, as I type this blog at age 48! ha!
So theres the story. Was told many times to me by my birth mom. When I told my Aunt, she seemed shocked, taken back with this loud noise like she had just seen a giant rat in her house. I guess its kind of mean to tell such a story to one's child you've just met for the first time, maybe it would have been better to keep this story a secret?
My aunt said something very important yesterday. She commented on the Coca-Cola attempt and said its like "Your not the same person" ---we both paused. Silence. We both realized that we discovered the truth. Nancy, my birth mom, does not realize that I am that baby. I am Cathy, a person that does not really click in her head as being her child, like my full birth brother. I am that baby in her belly that was trying to be aborted, she did not want me. So I get it, she never bonded with me, she did not want me. I was like this mistake she somehow had to deal with, and when she met me, she only wanted to be sure that I was indeed Doug's baby. She had been messing around with another man, and everyone pointed the finger at this other guy. So she really did find me just out of pure selfishness. Just out of curiosity. She wanted to clear her name, rub it in everyone's face. To show the world that yes, I was Doug's baby.
Well, she succeeded. My grandmother, my Aunt Mary's mom, almost had a heart attack when looking at my baby pictures. It was clear, I was Doug's baby. That was enough for her, she went through some of the motions, for a short period of time, but after that, it was pretty much over for her.
So what does this mean to me now? Maybe, just maybe, it gives me some insight to why she has behaved so badly over the past 30 years? I would not behave this way, but this could be how she has survived it?
It does not change how I feel, or what has happened. I do not want anything to do with this woman. But it could clear up a lot of things, mainly why she sees me and does not connect me with being her baby.
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