Personal Narrative On Adoption

I was 16 years old before I accidently found out I was adopted. While looking for a copy of my birth certificate, I found adoption papers that I had no idea existed. My mother had been previously married and divorced, and while she was my real birth mother, the man I knew my whole life as my father was in reality my mother’s second husband who had adopted me. The interesting reaction is that I blamed my mother for the perceived deception and went immediately to my “adoptive” Dad for comfort and reassurance. I had always been closer to my dad and stayed closer to him rather than mom until his death.