Not as much Peanut Buttery, as more
Let's see how to put this, keep in mind, I'm kinda in shock.
Dad called me at work today. Thought I had been away for the weekend until yesterday, no biggie. He wanted me over as soon as possible, mom wanted to talk to me....
Okay, I was in a bit of a panic, thinking something was wrong, this just sounded ominious. I was assured that everyone was fine, but I was to be told in person.
Okay.... weird.
I decided to head over there tonight, I hate drama like this, wanted to get it over with. I texted my brother trying to figure this out, he said he talked to her yesterday, it was nothing bad, that's it.
Ooookay....
So we go over and mom pulls me into the spare room, and closes the door and tells me.
I've got an older half-brother
no, not one locked up in the attic, though that'd be REALLY cool.... Seems that, without a lot of details, between my mom's divorce from her first husband, and marrying dad, she had a son whom she had to give up to adoption. As it turns out, Friday he tracked her down after 42 years. So at last the trurh was bared.
Well, I am in a wee bit of shock here, to a degree. Part of me is....meh, part of me is ***, another part hungry for burgers
I was catching up on posts tonight. Not really sure what the end result of all this is going to be either. This is going to be interesting...