The Love That Made My Life Complete

I was adopted when I was three days old. When I was eight, I read my baby book and it said that my mom and dad came to pick me up from Child and Family Services. What did this mean? I asked and was told that I was adopted and that someone else had me and she could not keep me so they got me. I was confused, but went to school and told all my friends. Day after day, I lived with agony. Kids would say, "You were bought from the Kroger store." "No one wanted you, so they had to pay someone to love you." How cruel!

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Over the years there were no "I love you's, no hugs, no kisses. When I was twelve, I was raped over a six month period by my brother. I went to my parents and told them what was happening and was told "this better not be going on or we will have to get rid of one of you". I was scared. My brother would tell me that they would get rid of me, because I was the youngest. Then he would tell me that no one else would take me because I was unloveable.

Then in 1998, I learned thaat the adoption records in Tennessee were open and all I had to do was write in and ask for them. I got up the nerve to do so and never heard anything. I called, and they said you should have received a letter explaining the process. I was so mad at God. Why was he letting this happen? Why did he not want me to be happy and find my birth mother? I wrote another letter in 1999 and again, no reply. I got even more angry.

Then in 2000, I wrote the last letter and I finally got the letter back saying "we answer these in the order they are received". Finally, I felt I was getting somewhere.

In 2001, I called and she said the time line for me getting the papers was not far away. I started looking on the internet posting on any adoption page I could find. I ended up getting no replies and could not find a match.

In September 2002, I got my papers. I was thrilled but scared to death opening that envelope. Then it happend: I flipped through looking for a name, any name that would link me to someone out there. I found the name, and it was so common that I thought I would never find her. I looked and looked on the internet, and then one day it hit me. Do a search on classmates.com. I did, and it pulled up her maiden name and her married name. I called without hesitation. The phone rang and rang, and no one answered. I called back every fifteen minutes, and finally someone answered. When I heard the voice on the other end, I knew it was her. I told her I was looking on classmates.com and found her name.

She said "Oh, who are you, and what school did you go to?" I kind of laughed and thought if only she knew why I was really calling. Then, I said " My name is Beth, and I was adopted when I was three days old." The phone got silent.

I said, "I am looking for my birth mother and was wondering if you are her." She paused and said, "No, can I get your number and call you back?" (Because she knew of someone else with her same name that might be my mother. I gave her my number and hung up. I knew in my heart that I had found her.

Then, twenty minutes later, she called and said, "I first need to apologize, but yes, this is me". I about died. We talked for 2 hours catching up. One month later, I went to meet her, and it was everything I had hoped for and more. My new mom made me feel so special, and there is not a day that goes by that she does not tell me how special I am. She tells me she loves me, and her family has accepted me as if I have been there forever. I have a half brother that is fantastic and grandparents that let me back into their lives also. The 33 years that I hurt in my other family was made up for. My birth mother is the best. I am going back again this month. She loves me and makes my life complete.

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