All my life, I knew who my family was...who my mom was and who my father was. I had one brother (J), and that's it. Or so I thought. When I was 28 years old, I was using MySpace way more than Facebook, and my sister-in-law (K) found me on MySpace. Well, let's just say this came as a shock to me, for one thing my brother, J, wasn't married...for two...this woman knew a good bit about me.
FSU (GO NOLES!). She decided that fateful Oct. 2007 day to look me up on MySpace and there I was...she later told me she was so nervous writing me not knowing what I'd say.
Well, turns out that J is my half-brother...because my mom is still my mom and his. D is his father. E had other kids, so they are my other half-siblings - A (older sister), E (younger brother), and C (younger sister). Weird to go from 1 sibling to 4 overnight. And, that means my whole paternal side of my ancestry research was wrong - I now had this whole other side. And this added another grandma and a great-grandmother (still alive, she's 95).
Now, I have a mom, a birth father, and an adoptive father. Whhhhat? Just like that. I also have 3 grandmas, a grandfather, and a great-grandmother still alive. That's pretty awesome. ;) What saddens me though, when doing my ancestry research, is seeing that I could have known almost all of my great-grandparents - it seems most were alive when I was younger (also on my mom's side, but that's another crazy story - let's just say I still wonder why when my mom found out her aunt was her grandma, why then she didn't think it was a good time to tell me - that was in like 1991).
So, yep. And great for genealogy, the new paternal side had done a lot of research and had their ancestry all the way back to the first one to come over in the 1600s...so that was pretty exciting.
Oh, also with the "new" siblings came 9 nieces and nephews, when I had none previously. Yep, 0 to 9 overnight. It was surreal, it was weird....but, here it is nearly 3 and half years later, and I've met most all of them. And, E & his family had only lived about an hour to hour & half away from Orlando (where I lived at the time). It's nice to have more family, but sad we didn't get to meet when we were younger. And, I may never have known if E & K hadn't been curious to find this missing sister of E's. So, at least we all know now and can keep in touch.
Life sure is funny, I never thought I'd have a story (and this was the short & quick of it) like this to tell. Well, other than the one I already knew about my mom's side of the family (save that for another time)! Sorry, I didn't want to share names or pictures...sharing my story, not sharing all of them.
Has anyone else found out as an adult they were adopted? Or that they had more family than they knew about? It happens a lot more than people think.