I called my mom Sunday afternoon. After a few minutes of small talk about my brother's shithead grandkids and the flurries of snow that caused them to have to run to the grocery store for milk, bread and eggs, I told her I needed to ask her something. She said she already knew what I was going to ask and that it was true...I have a full sister out there born about 18 months after me.
Its also true that my dad isn't my birth dad. He adopted me right after they were married in 1971. He's always My dad did not know about my sister, however, as they were not yet together (my mom told him Friday night anticipating that I'd some come calling). Only a handful of people close to my mom knew about my sister, and that breaks my heart. She and I have only exchanged a message on Ancestry thus far, but I've Facebook stalked her and she's a beautiful lady and thankfully had a great upbringing (but she likes Luke Bryan). I feel like I've missed out on a lot not having her in my life. I feel guilty, too, that the reason my mom didn't keep her was because she already had me and could not take care of two kids at the age of 21. I hope she wants some type of connection, even if its only very casual. But I'd understand if she doesn't and I never hear from her again.
I'm not mad or upset about any this being hidden. And I told my parents that, too, and this it doesn't change the way I feel about either of them. But it IS a lot to process as evident by me still up at 1:30 in the morning.