I had a different name.

I’m nearly 27 and just learned my bio mom had a name chosen. My adoptive family doesn’t remember what it was, but told me she “really wanted them to use it.”

I’ve been largely okay being adopted, and consider myself one of the lucky ones. I love my family. Love my current name. Consider myself in the “relatively untraumatized” category.

But for some reason, this one hurt. I’d always thought she’d given me up and wanted nothing to do with me. But she’d chosen a name… that I’ll never know.

Guess I’m just here for a little pity party.

Can anybody relate?