I was a kid and that year my birthday fell on Thanksgiving. The big plan was to go out to see the St. Louis Blues play (when Wayne Gretzky was playing!). Well my 2 year older brother had a meltdown how I wasn’t worthy of bring along and he should go. My asshole dad, who never liked me, did just that. He took my brother, on my birthday, to see hockey’s greatest player.
I don’t talk to either of them for unrelated reasons but that was a shit birthday.
I’m adopted and know both my mothers. Birth mom didn’t want me at put me up for adoption and my mother adopted me. Birth mother came around when I was 25 wanting me back even though I’d never met her, I knew she wasn’t MY mom. I want nothing to do with my birthmother because she was just a vessel for me to end up with my real mom.
If you feel that pull from your heart that this person is your mother, then she is ( as long as everyone’s cool).