Dear Bio-Mom, I remember the first time that I met you. C2 was 18 months old. C1 and I had been friends for years but had only been dating for a few months. At the time, you and C1 were embattled in a tumultuous divorce (one that went on for 2 years too long). At that point, I had only received one side of the larger story but HIS side of the story is where I made my investment. I am not a fool, I know that both of you did things and said things that were not "becoming" of responsible or respectful human beings...but a few moments in time shouldn't define a lifetime...and I saw something in C1 that you didn't. The honest truth was, I really had no clue what I was doing. Up until that point, I had led a fairly naïve existence. I was stepping my size 8 1/2 foot into a situation that I was not equipped to handle. Marrying C1 meant that I also married his baggage and YOU were a huge part of that baggage and so was this tiny little human that shared both of your ...
A Mother's Journey Navigating the challenging dynamics of raising a mentally ill child.