My adopted daughter falsely accused me of essay. Seven years later, the truth is out and now they’re begging for my help.
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Before I get into the meat of this [ __ ] show, you need to know where I was coming from.
I, 35 male, grew up in what I thought was a solid family, upper middle-class neighborhood in the suburbs of Chicago.
My parents seemed to have their [ __ ] together, at least on the surface.
Dad was a financial adviser at a prestigious firm downtown, made good money that afforded us a comfortable lifestyle.
Mom worked part-time as a realtor, but mostly focused on what she called maintaining the family image, which basically meant being involved in every community organization possible and making sure our family looked perfect on Christmas cards.
I am the only son, the golden boy who did everything right. Straight A’s without much effort, naturally athletic, polite to adults.
I wasn’t perfect by any means.
Got into my share of trouble as a teenager—sneaking beers with friends, the occasional party that got too loud—but nothing serious, nothing that would tarnish the family reputation my mom worked so hard to maintain.
I played baseball through college, graduated with a business degree, and landed a job at my dad’s investment firm.
At 23, I married my college sweetheart, Sarah.
We tried for years to have kids, but after multiple miscarriages and heartbreak, we learned that Sarah had a condition that made carrying a pregnancy to term nearly impossible.
After exhausting all medical options and considering the emotional toll it was taking on both of us, we decided to adopt.
When I was 28, we adopted Lily, 3F at the time, because we always wanted to be parents and build a family together.
I remember the day we brought her home. Tiny little thing with these big brown eyes that had everyone wrapped around her finger within minutes.
And I’ll admit, I was kind of awkward with her at first. Suddenly, our quiet life was filled with the chaos of raising a toddler.
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