Reclaiming My Life No Longer A Foster Mom
Language: en
As my husband lay dying, he grabbed our son’s hand and whispered, “It’s time to bring your real mother back. Take care of her.” But I was right there in the room. My son nodded tearfully. “She’s had a rough life hiding all these years, Dad. I should.” Then my husband looked at me and said, “Thirty years of being called ‘Mom’ by my kid should be more than enough to make you feel appreciated.” I stood frozen, realizing for the first time that my adopted son was actually the child of my husband and our neighbor, conceived before our marriage. Furious, I left the hospital. I was struck by a…