My then-husband, a pastor, had gotten deep into an addiction to opiates. I tried to help him and protect him..but it was getting worse. We hadn’t slept in the same bed for over a year, I was exhausted with the kids and trying to keep the church together. I was on an app, just a silly singing app bc I am a singer…and a man started messaging me. I knew it was trouble bc I was lonely and he was flattering me. I started flirting back and we planned to meet. I met the man and to my shame, we made out a lot. He tried to go further but I ended up just crying hysterically. I went home and told my husband and he was distraught and I carry that regret with me.
When they first found each other and sat and spoke, my father told him about my mother’s firstborn, my other brother. My other brother had recently moved to a different city, so my father wanted to give my new(recently found) brother my old brother’s number so that they could also talk and get to know each other. Let’s call newly found brother ‘Y’ and the brother I’ve always known ‘X’. The son my father had been looking for for 30 years had been living a street away from his house, yet they never saw each other. They’d been in the same house at some point, same shops, across the street from each other, etc.