November 3rd, 2008

weather, sad bear

Birth Mother Blues

I've tried being patient. I've tried seeing it from her perspective. I've given her the benefit of the doubt. What have I gotten in return? Zero response to every medium of communication I have for her. I've written, called, IM'd, everything. She doesn't write back, doesn't pick up the phone, doesn't return phone calls, and disappears from IM as soon as I say hello.

She's had her chance to talk to the family. Now it's my turn.

Starting tonight, I'm calling all the family contacts I have, one by one. And if I can find it, I'm starting with my younger brother.

Don't ignore the bear. He's too big to disappear.
Commute, Woodsy Owl

First Contact (Again)

Most of the numbers I had were out of service or just wrong, but I was able to get ahold of my birth mother's mother. She seemed quite surprised (in a good way) to hear from me, and had lots of things to say about my birth mother's behavior. She'll be informing the rest of the family of my existence, and I have a standing invitation to go up to Salinas to visit.

While contact with my birth mother was at best a false start, it looks like through my birth grandmother I'll have a much easier time of exploring my blood relatives.