...and that is saying something.
A few bombshells this week. It appears my bio dads death was due to the "s" word. All that's printed is "sudden", but from what stalking I've done (not much, my mom has been doing it for me! gasp!)- well, it looks like that may be the nice way to say the "s" word? Also, his funeral was on my birthday. Also, his death occured about one month after I contacted (and shocked) one of my bio cousins. I told him I just wanted pics of my grandparents, that I wasn't terribly interested in my father because if he had wanted a relationship with me, I had never been hidden away. I'm weird, I'll admit that- but the timing is interesting. ALSO, it turns out that my father himself had been adopted by his stepdad, so the last name I've been thinking was my bloodline is wrong, and now I have no idea who I am.
So how did all of this information come about? My mom had looked up my oldest friend in the world- he and I have known each other since we were babies, and grew up together- even went to kindergarten together. There aren't too many childhood memories I have that don't involve him. I'd say he was like a brother to me, but we were going to get married when we grew up! Now he really is like a brother to me, and I really love him in a sibling way- weird. My mom (the facebook stalker)- found him. On his facebook, he talked about finding his bio dad only one year ago! He and I used to talk about that when we were little. So, I guess that's why my mom started looking further into things for me, and that's when she discovered the above.
I got to talk with my old friend this week. He and I haven't seen or spoken to each other in 20+++ years. He attended my first wedding, and the very next day he shipped off to the military. We wrote a couple of times (so he says, I have a terrible memory about that time period). And then we had completely lost contact. It is so nice to be able to talk with him... to revisit the past that is nothing but good sweet memories. When we talked, it was like we just picked up where we left off. We are both happily remarried, but it's so strange for me to have this powerful platonic love for someone. It is truly not romantic, but is really awesome.
Oh, and today I ate an entire sloppy joe, chips, and a piece of cheese cake (that was calling my name). Needless to say I ate it slowly to work it through. Guess what? No guilt! Calorie wise, that's all I ate for the day, so no worry about weight gain. I also really love this thing.