(06-09-2013, 08:53 AM)ramseycat Wrote: That's rich coming from the one that spews the same shit over and over again.

That's even richer coming from mrs “hourly fucking gall bladder updates”.

Daily. Not hourly. Your stupid chasing of Crash all over the forum is boring. And pathetic. Stop.

Yesterday you were giving us minute to minute updates and everyone just kept saying the same thing “get it sorted then you stupid bitch”.

We will set up a donation site for you if George Zimmerman can raise tens of thousands of dollars surely people will feel more sorry for a soup chicken with a fucked up gall bladder than a racist vigilante who shot and killed a black kid.

That would be great CN. You are so thoughtful.

Its got to better than the only alternative e.g you going to the nearest street corner and charging 10 bucks a pop.

I'd rather suffer than do that.

I'm not even crossing the street for a measly ten bucks.

Poor koko. Twenty pages of bullshit.

That's actually one of my favorite parts of Mock - the way topics go willy nilly and no one forces us to stay on track.

Well this thread certainly got interesting!

Im not quoting every post, it'd take forever on my phone. But Sally, i think, mentioned Facebook...if i had any idea of his name (changed upon adoption) or where he grew up I'd probably look through profiles daily. All i know about him that would be easy to find on fb is his birthdate.

Also just to clear things up there was no statutory rape or any of that shit. Just dumb 16 year olds banging and not being smart about it.

(05-27-2013, 12:23 AM)HairOfTheDog Wrote: Just a mocking acknowledgement that there's not much beyond wishing her luck that can be done to assist koko here unless someone's actually done this same kind of search process before.

Thanks HotD. And thanks to EVERYONE who gave me real feedback, I do appreciate it. Zero, sorry i hurt your feelings by not replying right away but damn dude, relax.

And shit now i feel like i forgot something.....eh, it'll come to me

The kid was adopted.

Maybe you can together with him, hug, weep and say in unison “this is what feels like when doves cry!”.

(07-14-2013, 02:41 PM)koko Wrote: And thanks to EVERYONE who gave me real feedback, I do appreciate it. Zero, sorry i hurt your feelings by not replying right away but damn dude, relax.

And shit now i feel like i forgot something.....eh, it'll come to me

No problem Koko. I have a half brother I was reunited with when he was 45 and I was 57. My emotions broke like a dam bursting. We found each other through the happenstance of a war artifact being contributed to a Museum in Savannah after 65 years of being in a WW2 veterans attic.

Oh wow, that's awesome. Did you guys know about each other before that (know that you had a half brother out there somewhere) or not until the war artifact went to the museum?

And, this is not important, I'm just a strangely curious person.... What was the war artifact? If you don't want to answer that, no big deal.

My half brother was the result of an affair my dad had with a woman at his work. No one suspected the affair but when I saw the baby he looked like my older brother who had passed prior to my birth but whom I found his 8x10 baby pic in the family photo box in the closet. I showed the 8 x10 and everyone who saw it remarked at what a wonder pic it was of Stanley (her baby). I announced my unscientific findings and it caused a stir that resulted in my parents divorce and the breakup of the other family. My father married that other woman and at her request I was never allowed to see them. She denied the affair and her former husband was compelled to pay child support for Stan as he grew up with my father and his mother. From the time I was 12 until I was 31 I saw my father only 3 times. They never told me of his death in my 31^st year and I never heard from them until I stumbled across an obituary of his second wife, Stans mother. I was 57 by then. I sent condolences to the funeral parlor and they communicated them onto him and his family. I asked to attend the funeral and was told absoutley not and I knew why. The lie Stan's mother had foisted on him and his siblings from her first marriage was still in effect. The funeral home refused to give me the info to communicate directly so I went online looking for my brother. That is when a flag that had recently been contributed to a WW2 flying museam in Georgia appeared on the screen. It seems a handful of liberated GIs had signed that flag and the museam was looking for any living POWs or their family members to contact them them to solve the mystery of how it came to exist. (A living history). That flag acted as the touchstone that brought me and Stan together and he told me he had had to wait until his mothers death to confirm he was my brother. That he had heard rumors of my dismissal from their lives and the reason for it. That it was his older sisters that were refusing my coming to the funeral and never wanted me around out of respect for their mother's wishes. He informed me that his mom and my dad were to be burried together in the WW2 Vets cemetery by months end. That my fathers ashes had been sitting on the mantle for 27 years and he wanted me to attend my fathers funeral that included a 21 gun salute. I went and Stan's sisters would not talk to me and later cut ties to him for this gesture. So I guess I got to see my dad one more time or at least feel close to him one more time in a most surprising twist of events.

P.S. Stan is my brother. Later confirmed.

This is that flag I mentioned in above post #273

Looks like all it needed was some time. CN, and whoever else was whining along side him, thanks for your "help" telling me things I knew of already and then crying about it when I didn't stop and thank you for it way back when I started this thread.

But for anybody else interested, my half brother got in touch with us over this past weekend. Ohio's adoption laws were extremely tight and secretive. They finally,within the last year (I think), opened them up. Long story short he finally got his original birth certificate and he found my mom and his birth father. We all get to meet him tonight. Pretty excited. He and my younger brother are about he same size I guess. My brother is 23 y/o 6'4" right around 200lb size 14 shoe, and I guess our half brother is 6'3" 230 with size 15 shoe, he turns 41 in May. Turns out momma was good breeding stock LOL.

That's really great news koko.

Must be exciting (and probably a little nerve-racking for your mom?) getting ready to finally meet him in person?

I'll be interested in hearing how tonight's visit goes if you care to share.

That's awesome. I'm very happy for you.

(03-10-2016, 01:44 PM)koko Wrote: But for anybody else interested, my half brother got in touch with us over this past weekend. Ohio's adoption laws were extremely tight and secretive. They finally,within the last year (I think), opened them up. Long story short he finally got his original birth certificate and he found my mom and his birth father. We all get to meet him tonight. Pretty excited. He and my younger brother are about he same size I guess. My brother is 23 y/o 6'4" right around 200lb size 14 shoe, and I guess our half brother is 6'3" 230 with size 15 shoe, he turns 41 in May. Turns out momma was good breeding stock LOL.

Isn't that so cool! What an experience this will be for your Mom, not taking away from you and your sibling/s, just thinking about what this must be like for her. I hope it's everything you all wish it to be.

(03-10-2016, 02:32 PM)HairOfTheDog Wrote: Must be exciting (and probably a little nerve-racking for your mom?) getting ready to finally meet him in person?

Oh definitely. After so long, almost 41 years, especially with it all happening so fast....he contacted us Sunday and we all met on Thursday, she was a fucking whirlwind of emotions. Mostly good emotions, finding out that he had a great life growing up...I know that took some old weight off her shoulders to have confirmation that she made the right decision. I'm sure it brought up some less than great emotions, seeing as how she was kicked out of her house and had to live at some catholic charity home for young unwed mothers on the opposite side of town....but I really have not seen her this happy or at peace in so long...so I know the good is outweighing any of the bad.

(03-10-2016, 05:20 PM)Duchess Wrote:

Isn't that so cool! What an experience this will be for your Mom, not taking away from you and your sibling/s, just thinking about what this must be like for her. I hope it's everything you all wish it to be.

Don't worry, we we're all pretty excited too.

My mom was always upfront on the subject, so I've known about him for as long as I can remember....and he's always been like...a figment of my imagination almost? I knew he existed, I knew his birthday, I knew my mom named him Christopher Michael, and I knew that my brother and I were both bigger at birth...I don't know why I cared about that, lol, but I knew it. I had even met his father. But I had no idea where in the world he was, what his name was, what he looked like, or if he was even alive (you never know) and now all the sudden, here he is. I'm still kind of soaking it all in.

That being said, this was a pretty incredible day. It went better than I have ever imagined it in my head. It was so comfortable. It felt like we had all known each other for a long, long time. A couple other very close family members were there (we all gathered at one of my cousins' house), but my mom is one of 7 kids so not everyone was there....didn't need to overwhelm the guy right off the bat lol. We ended up staying for almost 6 hours, and I don't remember a single awkward moment. Somehow, he got lucky and dodged whatever gene it is that makes us sweat so god damn much lol, because his biological father sweats a lot too. Oddly enough, he and my sister both have a touch of the jungle fever lol. I will post a pic in a little while, because it's time for me to smoke a bowl....long day.



And thanks Ramsey! There wasn't really any reason for me to quote you but I appreciate that, it's been an exciting week


My mom has said in the past that she always thought that giving her baby up for adoption would be the hardest thing she'd go through in her life, until my dad killed himself... (she was also a Cleveland police officer, rising to lieutenant during her 28 years...so it's not like she was living like Peggy bundy or anything) so finally meeting him, and having it go so well, I know it has brought her some peace. She really deserved this, and I am still blown away by this whole situation