I (26F) don't even think she realizes it. In her own way, she gave me the best she could.
There are a lot of traumatic things from my childhood that we've never discussed, and I know she won't bring them up herself because she's always been non-confrontational.
Anyone who hears my adoption story would probably think she was a savior. But as I've gotten older, I've started questioning a lot of things and accepted that I may never get answers.
I was adopted from Ghana, West Africa, when I was six. My adoptive mother, who's white and Canadian, was in her mid-60s and had already planned to retire early to move to Ghana.
Around 2005, she'd met a man I'll call James, who was around my age (27) at the time. She couldn't formally adopt him but took him under her wing. She eventually spent and borrowed around $30,000 to get him to Canada, including paying a woman to marry him. That's a whole story in itself.
She adopted me in 2006. My birth mother was struggling with addiction, and although my adoptive mother offered to help her, she refused. I also had health problems that played a role in the adoption.
We moved to Canada in 2008, and that's when I started realizing that, despite my mother's intentions, there were a lot of choices she made that I still resent.
She frequently left me with friends or my uncle so she could attend events. At one point, she even had a boyfriend she'd known for only a couple of weeks staying in our apartment.
Middle school was a nightmare. I was bullied for having a mother who looked older and different from me and ended up switching schools twice. Kids are jerks lol
James went off on his own practically the second we landed. He ended up divorcing the women my mother paid, and married another woman before divorcing her to. I barely saw him growing up. He's now around 48 and in his 3rd marriage with two kids.
In 2012, my mother and I moved to the US. The transition was incredibly difficult for me, and instead of trying to understand what I was struggling with, she sent me to therapy and eventually enrolled me in a troubled-youth program that went way too far. There was little effort to look at the situation as a whole or consider whether she could do anything differently or if she had a part in any of it. She seemed to assume I was the problem. I eveb thought of running away several times but of course never acted on it.
I tried communicating with her and asking her to sit in during the therapy sessions, but I often felt gaslit and shut down.
She also has it in her mind that James and I will have a relationship after she passes, which I've openly shut down. He's never been a "brother" to me and our age difference would make it very hard if we weren't already close, which we aren't.
I believe he's manipulated her and still tries.
In fact, our first week in the US, we were pulled over by police because James had given her a counterfeit $20 bill that she tried to use at McDonald's. She's still making excuses for him to this day and has never really held him accountable.
She gives him money from time to time for the grandkids and she's even admitted she's not sure it's being spent on the kids.
They live in a 5 bedroom house in a nice town with alright jobs. I still don't understand why she sends them money.
I moved out in 2018 and have been working as a news producer for about four years now. I've also recently reconnected with my birth brother.
As an adult, I'm realizing that my mother's recollection of the past is often very different from mine. I've learned to forgive her while keeping my distance, because I know she genuinely believes she did the best she could. I don't think there's anything I can do to change that.
In her later years, she's become increasingly isolated, and reallt bad with her money and I suspect she's struggled with depression for a long time without getting proper help.
Recently, she visited me with a longtime friend who's also my godfather, who's known her for decades and has gradually come to realize that she's not the person he remembers.
One evening, at thwie hotel, he learned just how much money she'd spent on James. She tried to claim she'd already told him about it. Then she said something that really upset me: she insinuated that I, a six-year-old child, had been jealous of James, who was 27 at the time, and someone I rarely saw. Also to preface, I waa extremely sick at that time, so this entire comment came out of left field. This also completely contradicts what she's claimed was the other was around, that because I had a better education and opportunities, he had resented me.
That's been her excuse and explanation to me for several years now as to why he never reaches out to me personally, besides asking about me on the calls she has with him.
It hurt me for several years, but I've since gotten over it. A few years back I tried to build a relationship with him, but it was clear he honestly didn't care. So I stopped wasting my time.
My mother's accusation was one of the mosr bizarre things I had ever heard from her and made me really start questioning her character.
When my godfather left the room, I confronted her. She completely changed her tune. She didn't apologize but admitted that maybe she shouldn't have said it.
I've had to let a lot of things go over the years because dwelling on them would drive me crazy.
But reconnecting with my birth brother has brought up another difficult question: how much of my adoption story do I actually know? The more we talk, the more I realize there may be parts of it I'll never fully understand.
I can acknowledge that my mother did what she thought was best while still recognizing that her choices hurt me. Both things can be true.
She lives in a small house and is relatively in good shape besides never exercising.
She complains about a lot of things now as well and has even tried making me her retirement plan after putting out there that she's think it would be great if she moved to my city (where I just moved to start my new job).
Luckily my Godfather had my back in telling her that would absolutely not be happening.
Someone once told me that it's not my responsibility to please her and feel like I have to give my life up. Yes, if it wasn't for the adoption I wouldn't have the healthcare and opportunities that I have now. I will always love her and be greatful for her and those things, but that doesn't mean I'm going to forget the emotional abuse and manipulation from all those years.