Regular blog readers already know most of this. I have a couple of half sisters and a half brother. They grew up just blocks from me and at one point two of the girls went to same school I was in. All I know about the girls was that the one who was 2 years older than me (yep) was mean to me, nasty comments, in elementary school. I heard she later got pregnant in middle school and was into drugs. The boy went to the High School that my mother attended and he made a name for himself as a football player there. (As the stories told from my nieces who also went there. I wonder if they ever knew their grandmother graduated from there with straight A's. Yeah, in my brother's divorce his side of the family disappeared. Such is life.)
Have I ever wanted to meet them? No. Know them? No. And I am pretty certain the reverse is true.
Yesterday's big Oprah-secret moment was sweet and good for Oprah and her newly found half sister and her new nieces and nephews, but not every family wants to know. While I have occasionally wondered what drove my father away, and why a man would make two women believe he loved (emotionally and sexually) only them, my sperm donor, er, father, explained that to me by his actions throughout his life. I doubt that his 2nd family children know about his nasty escapades as they were growing up, and I hope they have only fond memories of the bas, er, man. (Somebody should, right?)
But knowing your half-siblings is not always hugs and happy-tears. It all depends on circumstances.
The only interest I would have is about their health, you know? My sperm, er, father, spent some time in Europe during the war (I am told--who knows?) and I probably have several half-siblings over there too. Now THAT might be interesting.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Oprah and My Half Sibling Secrets
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Regular blog readers already know most of this. I have a couple of half sisters and a half brother. They grew up just blocks from me and at one point two of the girls went to same school I was in. All I know about the girls was that the one who was 2 years older than me (yep) was mean to me, nasty comments, in elementary school. I heard she later got pregnant in middle school and was into drugs. The boy went to the High School that my mother attended and he made a name for himself as a football player there. (As the stories told from my nieces who also went there. I wonder if they ever knew their grandmother graduated from there with straight A's. Yeah, in my brother's divorce his side of the family disappeared. Such is life.)
Have I ever wanted to meet them? No. Know them? No. And I am pretty certain the reverse is true.
Yesterday's big Oprah-secret moment was sweet and good for Oprah and her newly found half sister and her new nieces and nephews, but not every family wants to know. While I have occasionally wondered what drove my father away, and why a man would make two women believe he loved (emotionally and sexually) only them, my sperm donor, er, father, explained that to me by his actions throughout his life. I doubt that his 2nd family children know about his nasty escapades as they were growing up, and I hope they have only fond memories of the bas, er, man. (Somebody should, right?)
But knowing your half-siblings is not always hugs and happy-tears. It all depends on circumstances.
The only interest I would have is about their health, you know? My sperm, er, father, spent some time in Europe during the war (I am told--who knows?) and I probably have several half-siblings over there too. Now THAT might be interesting.
Regular blog readers already know most of this. I have a couple of half sisters and a half brother. They grew up just blocks from me and at one point two of the girls went to same school I was in. All I know about the girls was that the one who was 2 years older than me (yep) was mean to me, nasty comments, in elementary school. I heard she later got pregnant in middle school and was into drugs. The boy went to the High School that my mother attended and he made a name for himself as a football player there. (As the stories told from my nieces who also went there. I wonder if they ever knew their grandmother graduated from there with straight A's. Yeah, in my brother's divorce his side of the family disappeared. Such is life.)
Have I ever wanted to meet them? No. Know them? No. And I am pretty certain the reverse is true.
Yesterday's big Oprah-secret moment was sweet and good for Oprah and her newly found half sister and her new nieces and nephews, but not every family wants to know. While I have occasionally wondered what drove my father away, and why a man would make two women believe he loved (emotionally and sexually) only them, my sperm donor, er, father, explained that to me by his actions throughout his life. I doubt that his 2nd family children know about his nasty escapades as they were growing up, and I hope they have only fond memories of the bas, er, man. (Somebody should, right?)
But knowing your half-siblings is not always hugs and happy-tears. It all depends on circumstances.
The only interest I would have is about their health, you know? My sperm, er, father, spent some time in Europe during the war (I am told--who knows?) and I probably have several half-siblings over there too. Now THAT might be interesting.
Regular blog readers already know most of this. I have a couple of half sisters and a half brother. They grew up just blocks from me and at one point two of the girls went to same school I was in. All I know about the girls was that the one who was 2 years older than me (yep) was mean to me, nasty comments, in elementary school. I heard she later got pregnant in middle school and was into drugs. The boy went to the High School that my mother attended and he made a name for himself as a football player there. (As the stories told from my nieces who also went there. I wonder if they ever knew their grandmother graduated from there with straight A's. Yeah, in my brother's divorce his side of the family disappeared. Such is life.)
Have I ever wanted to meet them? No. Know them? No. And I am pretty certain the reverse is true.
Yesterday's big Oprah-secret moment was sweet and good for Oprah and her newly found half sister and her new nieces and nephews, but not every family wants to know. While I have occasionally wondered what drove my father away, and why a man would make two women believe he loved (emotionally and sexually) only them, my sperm donor, er, father, explained that to me by his actions throughout his life. I doubt that his 2nd family children know about his nasty escapades as they were growing up, and I hope they have only fond memories of the bas, er, man. (Somebody should, right?)
But knowing your half-siblings is not always hugs and happy-tears. It all depends on circumstances.
The only interest I would have is about their health, you know? My sperm, er, father, spent some time in Europe during the war (I am told--who knows?) and I probably have several half-siblings over there too. Now THAT might be interesting.
Regular blog readers already know most of this. I have a couple of half sisters and a half brother. They grew up just blocks from me and at one point two of the girls went to same school I was in. All I know about the girls was that the one who was 2 years older than me (yep) was mean to me, nasty comments, in elementary school. I heard she later got pregnant in middle school and was into drugs. The boy went to the High School that my mother attended and he made a name for himself as a football player there. (As the stories told from my nieces who also went there. I wonder if they ever knew their grandmother graduated from there with straight A's. Yeah, in my brother's divorce his side of the family disappeared. Such is life.)
Have I ever wanted to meet them? No. Know them? No. And I am pretty certain the reverse is true.
Yesterday's big Oprah-secret moment was sweet and good for Oprah and her newly found half sister and her new nieces and nephews, but not every family wants to know. While I have occasionally wondered what drove my father away, and why a man would make two women believe he loved (emotionally and sexually) only them, my sperm donor, er, father, explained that to me by his actions throughout his life. I doubt that his 2nd family children know about his nasty escapades as they were growing up, and I hope they have only fond memories of the bas, er, man. (Somebody should, right?)
But knowing your half-siblings is not always hugs and happy-tears. It all depends on circumstances.
The only interest I would have is about their health, you know? My sperm, er, father, spent some time in Europe during the war (I am told--who knows?) and I probably have several half-siblings over there too. Now THAT might be interesting.
Regular blog readers already know most of this. I have a couple of half sisters and a half brother. They grew up just blocks from me and at one point two of the girls went to same school I was in. All I know about the girls was that the one who was 2 years older than me (yep) was mean to me, nasty comments, in elementary school. I heard she later got pregnant in middle school and was into drugs. The boy went to the High School that my mother attended and he made a name for himself as a football player there. (As the stories told from my nieces who also went there. I wonder if they ever knew their grandmother graduated from there with straight A's. Yeah, in my brother's divorce his side of the family disappeared. Such is life.)
Have I ever wanted to meet them? No. Know them? No. And I am pretty certain the reverse is true.
Yesterday's big Oprah-secret moment was sweet and good for Oprah and her newly found half sister and her new nieces and nephews, but not every family wants to know. While I have occasionally wondered what drove my father away, and why a man would make two women believe he loved (emotionally and sexually) only them, my sperm donor, er, father, explained that to me by his actions throughout his life. I doubt that his 2nd family children know about his nasty escapades as they were growing up, and I hope they have only fond memories of the bas, er, man. (Somebody should, right?)
But knowing your half-siblings is not always hugs and happy-tears. It all depends on circumstances.
The only interest I would have is about their health, you know? My sperm, er, father, spent some time in Europe during the war (I am told--who knows?) and I probably have several half-siblings over there too. Now THAT might be interesting.
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