It was time to meet Charlie – my birth father. I had no clue what to expect.
We were to meet at a restaurant – my (then) husband, myself, Charlie and his wife.
It was – awkward.
I didn’t really know what to expect, so I expected nothing. My birth mother, I could sympathize with – my birth father – well, was just that. Someone who I shared genes with. I knew nothing of him, except that he was tall. And that he had disappointed Jeanne.
I couldn’t exactly fault him for that. Unexpected pregnancies happen. It’s the women (or teenager) left to deal with the consequences. Which Jean did to the best of her ability. They were both young. Stuff happens.
He was nice, and he was pleasant – he seemed to feel awkward as well (as I believe the picture shows!) We made small-talk. I apparently had a half-sister and a half-brother who knew nothing about me. Charlie wanted to keep it that way. He told me about them – where they were at in their lives, and that was about it.
He also shared medical information with me – and that was important. I realized that I would need to get genetic testing done if I wanted to have a baby myself one day (which I did). What he told me that day stayed with me, and played in the back of my mind for years.
So, we spent about an hour together. We took a few uncomfortable looking pictures, and we said our goodbyes.
I wouldn’t speak to Charlie again for 18 years.