My late husband was given up for adoption because his mother’s parents couldn’t bear the shame. She then went on to marry his father and then in 1986 after searches by us, I took a phone call from a woman telling me she was his mother and wanted to meet him.
She came and stayed with us in NI and everything was fine. However when we moved back to England, all communications stopped and despite, faxes, phone calls and letters, we never heard from her again.
I’ve always felt that my husband never got over it and caused his heavy drinking, which killed him in the end.
I watch it and raise two fingers to the South of me, when I do.