Update 1

I’m sorry, everyone, but this is going to be a long one. I’ve been meaning to update for a while, but things have gone downhill, and I needed time to figure out how to even put this into words. I’m not sure how to update, so I just decided to make a new post.

First, I want to apologize for taking so long to respond to comments. The overwhelming response to my first post caught me off guard, and I had to take some time to evaluate everything that’s happened before sharing an update. Unfortunately, things did not go as I hoped, and my family’s response has left me heartbroken.

After my post, I decided to meet up with my “mom” (grandma) to talk things out. I thought maybe if we sat down, face-to-face, we could clear the air and find some understanding. I suggested getting coffee because I wanted it to be in a neutral, public place where we could stay calm. That idea completely backfired.

As soon as I brought up how I felt about finding out the truth, she exploded. She called me ungrateful, accused me of trying to ruin the family, and said I was selfish for being upset about “ancient history.” I tried to keep my cool and explain that I just needed time to process everything and figure out where we go from here. She wasn’t hearing it.

Then, out of nowhere, she threw her hot coffee at me. I was stunned—I didn’t even react at first because I couldn’t believe it happened. The coffee burned my face and chest, and I ended up having to go to urgent care for treatment. Thankfully, the burns aren’t too severe, but the emotional damage hurts far worse than the physical.

I know people will say I should press charges or file a lawsuit, but I can’t bring myself to do that. She’s still my mom in so many ways, and as much as she’s hurt me, I’m not in the mental space to handle the stress of legal action. It’s just too much for me right now.

After that, I decided to reach out to my “sister” (bio mom), hoping she could help me make sense of all this. At first, she agreed to talk, but she quickly changed her tune. She started blaming me for “dragging this all up” and said I should’ve just accepted things the way they were. When I asked if we could meet up to talk in person, she refused and said, “You’re the one making this a problem, not me.” That stung more than I expected.

It feels like both of them are ganging up on me, acting like I’m the one who did something wrong when all I’ve ever wanted was the truth. I feel completely abandoned by the two people I thought I could trust most in the world.

For now, I’m keeping my distance from both of them. I need time to heal—physically from the burns and emotionally from all the hurt they’ve caused. I’m seriously considering therapy because I know I can’t process all of this on my own.

Thank you to everyone who supported me on my first post. Your kind words have been a lifeline during this incredibly difficult time. I’ll try to keep you updated as I work through this, but for now, I’m just trying to focus on taking care of myself.