Revelation of My Bitter Truth

You woke up one morning to find out that the people you have always known as parents are not your biological parents. With your adoption documents in your hands serving as proof, what would be your next move?

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This particular prompt got me smiling because I was trying to imagine such a scenario happening to me and honestly, I don't know but I am glad it is nothing but an imaginative essay. Lol, like a thirty-four-year-old man realizing one morning that the parents, the family he thought were family were not his actual family by blood but family by adoption, and then I went on to imagine that his actual family is alive somewhere and he doesn't know them.

That is the most excruciating pain that can ever happen to anyone on earth, realizing that all his years, all his life has been nothing but lies, lies others may likely know except him, is indeed painful. Very painful and heartbreaking to hear and for anyone to experience and bear but then, it has happened, there is nothing anyone can do about the already deed but then, the after-actions will speak more.

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Now, I am not going to be hurt, but I am going to be pissed off with my biological parents because they hid the truth from me, I mean, there was no harm if they had told me about being adopted or about my real family at my adolescent's age, but waiting till I was this old to tell me and give me proof of my adoption is why I am pissed with them.

I mean, at my age, with everything being equal, I am supposed to or should have my own family, so imagine I had married and given birth and my children had got used to seeing them as their grandparents only to realize they were as well lied to, all they knew or thought they knew were lies. So, that's my reason for being hurt, because they choose to reveal the truth to me now, instead of back then.

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Notwithstanding, I am going to be grateful to my adoption parents that irrespective of the fact that I was not their biological child, they adopted me, took me, and cared for me like their child, so I am going to be grateful for that but it still does not validate the fact that I would be pissed at them for taking this long to reveal the truth to me.

I mean, why wait all these years to tell me about my real background now, at my old age I guess they had their reasons but it wasn't best for me because it was my life that was hidden, it was my life that was a lie all these years. They should have told me on my eighteenth twentieth or twenty-five birthday and allowed me to make whatever decision I chose with the information.

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Well, after I have aired out my grievance to them, I am going to get whatever information that I need, if there is any to be able to locate my actual family. Get to see and know them and see how to reveal who I am to them after we have done the needed formality, I am going to let them know that I am hurt that they gave me out for adoption no matter their valid reasons, I am the victim here and should be allowed to air out my pains.

If it is in the case where my actual family is dead and I can not locate any of them or don't see a need to because they are dead, I am going to hurt, heal, and move on with life like it never happened but if the case is reversed, I am going to look for my actual parents, let them know who I am, tell them how I hurt I feel and let them know I see them as my family but it's going to be a process that has to be learned, but the other parents (my adopted parents) remains my parents because they have been my family all these years and I am not going to change it now because my whole life has been centered around them.

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This is my entry to Hive Naija Weekly Prompt | Edition 63

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