Boy Insults Parents Who Tell Him That He Is Adopted, Life Teaches Him a Lesson – Subscriber Story

A young boy finds out on his 18th birthday that he is adopted and lashes out against his parents, but then he learns the truth about who he really is.

Bob Hendricks was looking forward to his 18th birthday. He had wanted a big party but his parents had insisted on a small intimate dinner, and scheduled the celebration for the next weekend.

His mother said there was something they wanted to discuss with him, and Bob was sure they were going to spring a surprise on him: the car he's been dreaming about since he'd got his license. Bob got a surprise, but it wasn't what he had expected.

Bob's parents, Olivia and Bryan, watched anxiously as he blew out the candles on his birthday cake and grinned up at them expectantly. "So?" he challenged them cheekily, "Where's the big surprise?"

Olivia pressed her palms together nervously. "Darling I never said it was a present, I said we had something important to talk about..."

"Ok..." Bob said, confused, "So what's going on? Is someone sick? Did I do something?"

"No, son," Bryan said quietly, "Please listen and stay calm."

"Come on, dad," cried Bob, "You're starting to scare me!"

"Hun," Olivia said taking Bob's hand in hers, "What your dad and I wanted to tell you is that you are adopted."

Bob jerked his hand out of his mother's tender grip. "WHAT? Is this some kind of sick joke?"

"No honey," Olivia said, "It's not a joke. You were newborn when we adopted you, and one of the provisions of the adoption was that we tell you on your 18th birthday, and give you the option of contacting your birth mother."

"My birth mother. My REAL mother, you mean! Because right now, I don't know who you are!" screamed Bob.

"Don't talk to your mother like that, Bob! I won't allow it!" said Bryan.

"My mother? That lying hag isn't my mother, and you are NOT my father you old windbag! You disgust me, both of you!"

Oliva placed a hand on her son's shoulder. "Bob, honey, please..."

"Don't touch me," he screamed, "You lied to me, my whole life has been a lie! I hate you!"

Bryan held out a sealed envelope to Bob. "This is the address and contact information for your birth mother. You can contact her if you want to."

Bob picked up the envelope and looked at it with a dazed expression on his face. "My birth mother? You've known where she was all along?"

Olivia and Bryan loved and cherished Bob as their own even though they weren't his birth parents.

"Honey," Olivia said gently, "If you want to contact her, I'll understand,"

Bob stared at her. "I don't know. I don't know what I'll do. I don't even know who I am. I don't know if I want to see her, but I don't ever want to see the two of you again."

Bob pushed past his anxious parents and walked out of the door, leaving Olivia and Bryan devastated. There was only one person he could turn to, Bob went knocking on his Aunt Bella's door.

Bella was fun and beautiful and lively, everything that his mother wasn't. It was hard to believe they were sisters, and for the last eight years, the two had been estranged.

Bob had only seen Bella at his grandmother's house for Christmas and Thanksgiving, She had always sought him out, given him amazing presents. But Bob hadn't seen Bella since his grandmother had passed away, two years ago...

He knocked on the door, unsure of his welcome, but when Bella opened the door she looked delighted to see him. "Oh Bob!" she cried, hugging him, "I'm so glad you came!"

"I'm sorry to barge in like this, Aunt Bella," he said, "But I had no one else to turn to."

"What's going on, Bob?" asked Bella, leading him to the kitchen, and putting the kettle on. "Sit down, let's have some tea, and you can tell me all about it."

Bob sighed. "I'm adopted, Aunt Bella, but I guess you must have known? I guess everyone but me knew!"

Bella set a cup of fragrant tea in front of Bob, "I knew," she said carefully, "But it wasn't my place to tell you."

"She should have told me before! How could they keep me in dark? Keep me away from HER?"

"Her?" asked Bella, sipping at her own tea, "You mean your birth mother?"

"Yes! Aunt Bella, I keep thinking...Why was she? Why did she give me away? Didn't she love me?"

"Well," said Bella carefully, "I know that part of the story. I think Olivia said that she was very, very young, twenty or so, and she was a successful model, and an actress. She couldn't raise you and have a career..."

"A model?" Bob stared at his aunt, "You were a model too, weren't you? You knew her."

Bella nodded. "Yes, I did. I can tell you she loved you, Bob, very much."

"No," said Bob bitterly, "No she didn't. She loved her career more, so she dumped me." Bob took the envelope with his birthmother's address out of his pocket and tore it into pieces. "I hate her for it! I don't want to know her!"

He buried his face in his hands and started crying. "At least mom and...I mean, Olivia and Bryan wanted me!"

At that moment the doorbell rang and Bella got up to answer it. Bob heard a familiar voice and ran into the hallway. "What are you doing here?" Bob cried when he saw Olivia and Bryan, "How did you know where I was?"

Bryan looked surprised. "We gave you the address, remember? The envelope? Of course, we knew where you'd be, With your birth mother."

"My birth mother." Bob stared at his parents. "No, I came to Aunt Bella. I tore up the envelope..." Then a slow realization dawned on him. He turned to stare at the pale-faced Bella. "It's you," he whispered.

"Bob," Bella stepped forward and reached out her hands, "Please, let me explain."

"You've explained quite enough already. You're not my mother. You're not any kind of mother. You threw me away because it threatened your career!"

"Please, Bob," Bella sobbed, "I was nineteen, and your father didn't stand by me..."

Bob had tears coursing down his own cheeks. "Your not my mother!" he said and felt warm familiar arms envelop him.

"Honey, it's OK, it's going to be OK," Olivia said gently, and Bob turned to bury his face in his mother's neck, just like he used to do when he was a little boy.

"Mom," he whispered, "Mom, I'm so sorry, I love you, Mom,"

Olivia rocked her boy tenderly. "I know honey, and we love you. You were the most precious gift we ever received. You are our treasure Bob, never forget that."

"I'm sorry, Dad," Bob said to Bryan who was watching with tears in his eyes, "You two have done everything for me, I was so wrong..."

Bryan stepped in to join the hug. "It's OK son, it's all going to be OK!"

Bella stood devastated and alone as Bob, Olivia and Bryan held each other. "Bob?" she ventured, "Please, please don't cut me out of your life..."

Bob turned his face still wet with tears. "You threw me away, Bella," he said harshly, "I hate you!"

Then Bob felt a gentle hand on his arm. "You don't know everything, Bob," Olivia said quietly. "Bella gave you up to us, knowing we'd love you, and when you were ten she wanted to take you back. That is why we were estranged."

Bryan added: "We felt you were too young, Bob, so we told her we'd keep to the original adoption agreement. and tell you on your eighteenth birthday,"

"She loves you, honey," Olivia said, "Very, very much. She was the one who named you Bob, for Bella, Olivia, and Bryan, because you'd have three parents who loved you."

Bob looked at Bella. "Olivia is my mother," he said, "But I guess I can use an Aunt who loves me." With a soft cry, Bella flung her arms around Bob and sobbed as if her heart would break.

What can we learn from this story?

1.

Olivia and Bryan loved and cherished Bob as their own even though they weren't his birth parents.

2. We all deserve a second chance. Bella had made a bad mistake she'd deeply regretted when she was very young, and Bob gave her a second chance to be in his life.

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