In cleaning up the cellar for the guys to come and install a new boiler, I came across a zippered case that I asked your mom if this was hers (or Aunt Leslie's). She said it contained something she had to return to your 'biological gramma' Dee. It was baby pictures of Greg (this is how I'll refer to the person who made your mom pregnant with you- he doesn't deserve the title of 'dad' in any way, and that's probably the best for all of us at this time). I thought they were cute and could see some of you in them, but mom doesn't want to keep them. I've thought about scanning them into the computer for you when you get older and start asking questions about your heritage, but I'm not sure if that's stepping over boundaries. Your mom's boundaries. We'll see.
As much as I don't feel he deserves a place in your life, it's where your genes come from. And as a baby, he wasn't the same person he became as an adult. He was still sweet and inocent, I'm sure. I don't want you to know about the awful things he did to your mom until you are an adult (or are old enough to handle it... then again, how old would that be? I'm not sure I'M old enough to handle it and I"m pretty darn old, some would say...LOL - NOT, I'm only 56, my dear!...
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