My parents married young and divorced soon after. They both remarried. Now, I've always known my brother born to my Mom; I was 13 when he was born. That was cool but he started kindergarten when I was a freshman in college so we're essentially two only children. I've thought of myself first as an only child and then later as an only child who happens to have a brother.
I knew about my Dad having kids, but they were vague and he refused to talk about them. I didn't know about the one he and his wife had before their marriage and gave up for adoption. I'd never really met ANY of them. The trips to Florida for his hospitalization and subsequent funeral were the first time I interacted with the other 4. It was...surreal.
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My parents married young and divorced soon after. They both remarried. Now, I've always known my brother born to my Mom; I was 13 when he was born. That was cool but he started kindergarten when I was a freshman in college so we're essentially two only children. I've thought of myself first as an only child and then later as an only child who happens to have a brother.
I knew about my Dad having kids, but they were vague and he refused to talk about them. I didn't know about the one he and his wife had before their marriage and gave up for adoption. I'd never really met ANY of them. The trips to Florida for his hospitalization and subsequent funeral were the first time I interacted with the other 4. It was...surreal.
Those 4 + my brother + me = 6. Oy.