I deleted the last post because I decided my impressions of my biological father’s wife were irrelevant. She is certainly troubled and my heart goes out to her.
I spoke with her for two hours on Wednesday night and while it was confusing at times, she confirmed quite a lot of information. There were a couple of discrepancies but time often clouds our memories.
I did find out that he had quite an alchohol problem which I already knew. Sadly, it affected his job, marriage, and relationships with a lot of people. She told me he could be quite outgoing but as the evening wore on he would get darker, violent and mean. She also told me he drank every day, all day. His poison was budweiser, vodka and three packs of pall mall unfiltered cigarettes. She said he was always very thin because he never ate and she thought he had experimented with alchohol as far back as grade school.
He did know that I had been born and he knew I was a boy but he never thought I would be able to locate him. She said that they had discussed it several times and she always felt I would turn up someday. Sadly, she told me that she thought it was probably for the best that I didn’t meet him. She said “he was incapable of loving people and he would have just hurt you”. She mentioned that she felt everything happens for a reason and his early death may have been to put him out of his misery.
They split up about a year before he died but they never divorced. She had assumed he had violated parole again and was in prison. I think he had left her and was living on the streets of Austin at that point.
Oddly, she had no idea where he was buried. How crazy that after 46 years I am the one telling his wife where his ashes are buried? I did tell her that his family had no idea he was married again. His death certificate says he was divorced.
Anyway, I am going to send her some pictures of him. She claims to have some pictures of him to send me but I don’t know if that is true or just ramblings. I hope she follows through. I finally got her to call me after two years so there is some hope.
All in all, I feel good about the call. No revelations and a lot confirmations. I don’t know when he became so damaged…his high school friends always speak so highly of him. I have this nagging, chilling feeling deep down inside that my birth and adoption changed him dramatically. His heart hardened.
It appears that the damage done really did a number on both of my birth parents. I feel sad and guilty that a little baby could be the cause of so much trouble and sorrow.
I guess I need to take a few days and just grieve for my dad. I hope he is finally resting in peace.
