Does anyone ever wonder what happened to the baby? You know what I'm talking about. (actually, you don't)
Speaking of missing children, I was watching... Ambush Makeover... sadly... today, and they ambushed some lady who was meeting her son again for the first time in 20 years. She was 25 with 5 kids, and one day her military husband just... left, so, she thought it best for her little crotch droppings to go into foster care until she could get a job, place to live, etc. Her family ended up taking 3 of the 5, but 2 were adopted out before she could get them back... why am I telling you this? Anyways, when she met her son, and he hugged her, and they said they loved each other and missed each other so much, well, I burst into tears.
I don't think anyone ever really thinks about how much I want to meet my father. I don't think anyone ever really knows how bad it hurts that I've never known one of my parents. I don't talk about it much, and when I raise the subject, ask for help, it's "oh yeah, Amber, we'll call some of those phone numbers later" and then later never comes. Is everyone putting me off for a reason, or do they really not grasp how important this is to me?
If no one who's actually met the man (and that's a good portion of my family, including Mike who used to hang out with him) is going to help me, I guess I'll just send Fathers Day cards to every address I've found listed to a Troy Skinner, and hope I get a reply. I'd call these phone numbers I've compiled, but I get sheepish calling Blockbuster.
I wanted to meet my father before I turned 20, but it doesn't seem like it's going to happen.
Speaking of missing children, I was watching... Ambush Makeover... sadly... today, and they ambushed some lady who was meeting her son again for the first time in 20 years. She was 25 with 5 kids, and one day her military husband just... left, so, she thought it best for her little crotch droppings to go into foster care until she could get a job, place to live, etc. Her family ended up taking 3 of the 5, but 2 were adopted out before she could get them back... why am I telling you this? Anyways, when she met her son, and he hugged her, and they said they loved each other and missed each other so much, well, I burst into tears.
I don't think anyone ever really thinks about how much I want to meet my father. I don't think anyone ever really knows how bad it hurts that I've never known one of my parents. I don't talk about it much, and when I raise the subject, ask for help, it's "oh yeah, Amber, we'll call some of those phone numbers later" and then later never comes. Is everyone putting me off for a reason, or do they really not grasp how important this is to me?
If no one who's actually met the man (and that's a good portion of my family, including Mike who used to hang out with him) is going to help me, I guess I'll just send Fathers Day cards to every address I've found listed to a Troy Skinner, and hope I get a reply. I'd call these phone numbers I've compiled, but I get sheepish calling Blockbuster.
I wanted to meet my father before I turned 20, but it doesn't seem like it's going to happen.