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My little brother just called me and told me my birth mother OD'd on pills and was not breathing when the ambulance arrived and there's been no word since. I'm not exactly sure what to think and I think my PTSD is doing it's job of numbing the majority of what I should be feeling. A bit of back story.
When I was 2 she tried to put me up for adoption. My grandparents took my brother and I and while he and I were told about her, we didn't know her. Then when I was 14 my father told me her phone number and said if I wanted to know her I could. I reached out, she visited once and got pissed at me because I wouldn't call her mom. My brother did and got a new bike and a truck. She called me vindictive and spiteful. Probably right.
No word until last year when I invite her and my step sister down here. They come, the birth mother asks me for a kidney because I'm the only one in the family with her blood type. I tell her I'll think it over but leave my sister so we can get to know one another. Later on in the day, I discover my 12 year old sister texting with 18 year olds very explicitly so I confiscate the cell and tell her mother.
Lori (birth mother) is upset and tells me thank you and she'll handle it when she comes back the next day. Everyone hops in the van and leaves and I get told a month later that I had no right acting like I did and 'ratting' on my sister. I thought I was being a big brother.
A few months ago, she again asks for a kidney because hers are failing ( lifetime of alcohol and drugs and multiple sex partners). Today I get told she's OD'd and possibly dead. Do I go to the funeral? What am I supposed to feel?
When I was 2 she tried to put me up for adoption. My grandparents took my brother and I and while he and I were told about her, we didn't know her. Then when I was 14 my father told me her phone number and said if I wanted to know her I could. I reached out, she visited once and got pissed at me because I wouldn't call her mom. My brother did and got a new bike and a truck. She called me vindictive and spiteful. Probably right.
No word until last year when I invite her and my step sister down here. They come, the birth mother asks me for a kidney because I'm the only one in the family with her blood type. I tell her I'll think it over but leave my sister so we can get to know one another. Later on in the day, I discover my 12 year old sister texting with 18 year olds very explicitly so I confiscate the cell and tell her mother.
Lori (birth mother) is upset and tells me thank you and she'll handle it when she comes back the next day. Everyone hops in the van and leaves and I get told a month later that I had no right acting like I did and 'ratting' on my sister. I thought I was being a big brother.
A few months ago, she again asks for a kidney because hers are failing ( lifetime of alcohol and drugs and multiple sex partners). Today I get told she's OD'd and possibly dead. Do I go to the funeral? What am I supposed to feel?
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