My Daddy’s Girlfriend and the Adoption

 My daddy’s girlfriend and the Adoption

I have few memories of the first girlfriend my daddy ever had. Her name was Pauline. Daddy lived across the street from me. It never occurred to me that my family was a bit strange or odd. That is up until the day I was visiting daddy. I don’t remember how it happened, but I know I was talking about mommy for some reason, and Pauline stood up and said, she’s not your mommy. I am and said that’s not true. You’re lying. She kept insisting that it was true. I can only picture her in the outfit she always seemed to wear, which was a red pants suit with white polka dots that she had made. It’s in all of the pictures I have of her, so when looking back, this is what I always picture with her puffy big black hair. Standing there in my daddy’s living room in the apartment over the garage telling me she was my mom. I didn’t believe her for a second, and I would go ask mommy to prove it. Mommy was always right, and she never lied. I was furious!

That very day when I went home, I ran up to mommy, and I said Do you know what Pauline did, and mommy said what I said? She said that you weren’t my mother and that she was. Mommy said she is your mother. She gave birth to you, but I am your real mother because I adopted you, and I am the one raising you. I was shocked and a little disappointed because I always pictured myself as a biological child of my grandmothers. I was just a little thing, not hardly even 5 years old, and I didn’t understand how these things worked. So my dad’s mom was my grandmother or adopted mom. Right then and there, I knew the mom I always had known before was just my mom and nothing else, and Pauline was just Pauline. She didn’t feel like a mom to me and never did. I don’t mean any harm to anyone reading this who gets offended. I am just writing this as I remember. There’s more to come, much more.