same same! If someone told me ‘my story’ before it happened to me I’d think stuff like that could never happen. So far fetched. My parents who brought me up weren’t my real parents and I had no idea. However they illegally (?) purchased me (and a brother!) from a Romanian orphanage after I was left on the doorstep at a few days old. No paperwork just a cash transaction! That was quite common back in the early 80’s as contraception and abortion was illegal as Romania was trying to restore their declining population %. Loads of kids were dumped at orphanages and then sold (Romania’s missing children, we even have a FB page!). I was then taken to Russia where I was left with my poor (as in poverty) grandparents who couldn’t get formula milk so gave me cows milk direct from their garden cow! I remember as a toddler being really cold. Then when I was six my ‘parents’ who’d visited seldom previously collected me and took me to New York where we were suddenly really wealthy. Like staff to look after me and caviar instead of milk straight from a cow haha. Then life was ‘normal’ until I was 12 and they sent me to boarding school in England and then Switzerland so I only ever saw them during school breaks at different countries each time unless they had ‘business’ in which I’d be sent to Russia for the school breaks. So bloody weird. During which time they bought a house in England (after sending me to Switzerland?!). Then I had a really normal few years as I went to uni, got married and had children (away from parents who then moved to Iran, back to America and then Russia before moving back to England when I was in my late 20’s). Had one whole year of them being so so so normal when I was 29. They were doting grandparents etc. before two strangers found me claiming to be my biological parents who’d used an investigation service to try and find me for 20+ years. Anyway, DNA tests confirmed my birth mother but the father wasn’t a DNA match. So there’ll be a daddy out there somewhere for me haha! So I thought
duck it all and moved to Australia with my husband and children to get away from the fucked up ness of it all. Because weirdly I don’t even care!!
So now I am far less likely to doubt weird stories. However that post referring to, doesn’t even seem so weird anyway?? Or is that just me