Dealing with Perplexity
“That makes no sense—my parents abandoned me, right?” I argued, clinging tightly to the truth I’d always known. My foster parents had never mentioned any legal complications, never hinted that anything was unresolved. Tom nodded, his expression sympathetic but resolute. “That’s how it appears,” he said gently, “but we need to be entirely sure.” His words sent a ripple of unease through me. Suddenly, my life felt like a jigsaw puzzle with missing pieces—fragments I hadn’t even known were lost. And now, doubt lingered, wrapping itself around my thoughts like a fog I couldn’t shake.
Dealing With Perplexity
Documents and Abuse
Despite my growing frustration, Tom remained steadfast in his approach. “We need the whole picture,” he insisted, determined to uncover every detail buried in my records. While he dug through the past, my biological parents escalated their assault in the present—taking to social media with venomous posts aimed directly at me. They called me an “ungrateful child,” a phrase that hit harder than I cared to admit. Soon, strangers flooded my inbox with unsolicited opinions, urging me to “do the right thing.” Their words blurred into noise, a relentless tide of judgment crashing against the edges of my resolve.
Documents And Abuse
