Through ancestry.com, I have found out that I am not who I thought I was for 60+ years. My paternal grandfather, whom I never met, was adopted by the family I always thought of as my own. Actually, his mom kept him and her new husband took him as his own. I never met them until this Easter. I had to do a lot of digging to find them. They were extremely welcoming to me, as if we were relatives all these decades without knowing each other existed. It is a shock to have an identity crisis at the age of 63. I find that I am unable to start a new family tree with this new info. It feels simply wrong. I'm not at all interested in meeting these new people, my paternal blood. My heart is with those whose name I carry. There are a ton of blood relatives out there. I don't really care.
I realize that the fact that a mother kept her child is different from our boys' being adopted out and our daughter's being left in an orphanage.
My father never knew the truth. Though he abandoned my mother and me for a much younger new wife, I thank the family with whom I always have identified, though I never met them until recently. I thought this would be important for me to post, considering what we all have been going through as adoptive parents on this board. I had agonized over how our children must feel. The future is in their hands. I hope they chose the best thing for their heart and soul.
God bless you all!