A few days ago my understanding of my life, which had been pretty consistent since 1993, was completely changed.
A few days ago, at 52 years of age I spoke, for the first time, with my birth-mother.
After attempts since I was 31 years of age when I finally thought I had my shit together not to be a burden and sought her also with impending pregnancy in mind I applied myself to the search and at that time had no luck.
Nor ever since.
Until a couple of weeks ago when suddenly it became ridiculously easy and there she was.
And then we talked.
OH MY !!!!!