So… Heavy stuff. Its all real. Im adopted, 25yrs guy. Im handling life as best i can. At the beginning of the year of 2018 i got a ancestry dna test as a gift. Not exciting to some, but exciting for me. I hoped i would have a better grasp of my ethic backround. It was a little bit more than i expected when i discovered my birthmom.

My heart beat like a damn drum for a week. I was stupid nervous about this. After working up the nerve to make first contact i gave her a call. I learned her name, her occupation, her hobbies, and eerily we share a lot in common. So much in common that i feel like i am talking to myself when i talk to her.

The problem with being too comfortable when talking to someone is typically spilling secrets. Over the course of two months we both gave out intimate details of all kinds of crazy things. Mostly personal or s** life details.

Fast forward to now. I hadnt heard from her in a while, about 3 months. This is normal, as we both are usually very very busy. She had a boyfriend at the time so i wasnt suprised she couldnt talk at times. I was getting impatient and was wondering if she was avoiding me. I reached her a week before christmas, boy… Shes going thru hell. Shes getting married at the end of the year. Shes crying over the phone because she isnt committed to this guy. I do my best to console her. She admits that part of the problem is that she is s******* attracted to me.

My heart skipped a beat, my feet got cold in a few seconds. I didnt want to admit it, i felt the same. This was weird. We never actually met eachother, just talked. How is this possible? I admitted i felt the same, but that i wouldnt allow myself to do something regretable.

thats about where things are. She really is wonderful. I would be lying if i said i didnt want to make love to her. But im walking a tightrope and if i fall i am sure it will end with me and my mother in bed together. We are going to meet in 2019… God protect my soul

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