As a follow-up to my whole "I apparently don't exist" thread earlier this week
(thank you to all who made me feel loved!
) Yesterday my cousin
(I think 2nd cousin once removed -my grandmothers brothers daughter
) took me to the cemetery so I could say my goodbyes to my grandmother. While there I asked if my "father" had come to see his mother before she died
(she was quite ill - no one told me that either
) - she replied "no, he was on a cruise with Carol
(my stepmother of 38 years
) and her son".
I think my head did an Exorcist move - WHAT?????? I'm sorry cousin but my stepmother doesn't have any children and I'm pretty sure at 66 she hasn't had one in the last 4 years. No she didn't.
Apparently when she was "very young" she got pregnant her very Catholic family sent her to Mexico where she gave birth to a son and left him with a family there to raise.
Up, I have an older step-brother named Pedro.
(And he is married but I don't know his wife's name
) or their last name or if they have any kids - head was reeling too much to ask questions.
Apparently my cousin found out at the funeral on Wed, my aunt
(who still hasn't reached out to me
) found out last week.
SURPRISE! I guess. I will probalby never meet them, and I can only imagine what garbage my father has told them about me but I really don't care. I still stand by my position to protect my son and my own mental health by keeping him out of our lives.
Heck who needs Lifetime movies - just come hang out with me this week!
Anyone else ever have this happen and how do you wrap your head around it?