How I Adopted My Own Son
Posted Jun 14, 2011 by anonymous | 533 views | 3 comments
We adopted our second child when he was 8. The only reason we did was because he looked so much like our first child who was 5 then. My husband found the resemblance uncanny and he was so excited by the coincidence that he spared no expense to hasten the adoption procedure. But I knew the truth. It was I who arranged everything including the Thanksgiving trip to the orphanage. That “orphan” is mine, my first child before I met my husband. The boys both look like me. I couldn’t tell him and the deception has gone so long now that I can’t tell him or even the boys. The only other person who knew was my mother and she’s dead.
Commented Aug 28, 2011 by anonymous
You'll get found out when they go on Ancestry like every fucker does. You will die a sad person. Good luck anyway you asshole !
Commented Jun 14, 2011 by MadeOfPain
Some mother you are and I mean it both in a good way and a sarcastic way. As a rule, when you carry a big secret for this long, carry it all the way to the grave. I wish you good luck though. (pls, pls, at least tell the boy maybe after your husband is dead. The poor boy deserves to know)
Commented Jun 14, 2011 by anonymous
This is shockingly strange. Don't know if I should praise or reprove you. It's great of you to bring you first son into the family and let him have a loving mother but not telling your husband? All these years?