I Became a Surrogate for My Best Friend, Years Later It Turned Out My Most Horrible Mistake / Bright Side
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The woman shared, “This is when I interfered. I told her that she needed to stop talking to Clara like that. She turned to me and said:” You are my real mother, why don’t you love me? “I told her quietly as much as I could have not been more than a white donor, I told her that I love her like my nephew and this is all.
Clara is her mother, not me. I was not the person who raised it, I was not there. Clara was. I never saw her my daughter because this was not the role she spent in her life.
She left again crying and since then she sent me more than twenty messages. Some are angry and others are pleading. She asked me to meet her and James because we say that we are her real parents. She says she loves Clara, but she insists that she always felt separate and that I am the reason for that.
I and Clara have been in touch since the bombing, and we are both sad. My husband believes that I have to have one on one with Bella, but frankly I feel that there is nothing left for him. I did not raise it. Clara did. She was always a wonderful mother and until now she was a great relationship. I don’t know why Bella is rising like this.
Clara was there every birthday, every school day, every knee as a scraping, sorrow, and teacher. She made peace with my role in Bella’s life long ago. I never saw myself as her mother, not because I did not care, but because this was never the agreement. She helped a friend to become a mother, and kept this promise. Am I wrong in this situation? “
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