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* [https://twitter.com/GnomonChronicl1/status/1461369738701987844 Post] @ Twitter (18 November 2021)
* [https://twitter.com/GnomonChronicl1/status/1461369738701987844 Post] @ Twitter (18 November 2021)
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I was born in 1961.  Mom was 19.   
I was born in 1961.  Mom was 19.   
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When I was 4 she married my dad, the man who raised me, Arthur Jones.  He was a good man, who accepted me as his own.
When I was 4 she married my dad, the man who raised me, Arthur Jones.  He was a good man, who accepted me as his own.
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I suffered in my heart for a long time:  who is my father?  and who am I to him?  Why am I half-orphan?
I came to understand, we are not unusual.
History is full of children who have no father, no mother, or both.  This is the human condition.
One finds a way to love oneself.
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My sympathy to your child, and yourself.  Hard times.
But take heart.  We all find ways to keep going, to make our way in the world.
I turned out to be like my adoptive father, a good man, and not like my biological father.


== Nonfiction cross-reference ==
== Nonfiction cross-reference ==

Revision as of 10:00, 18 November 2021

Online diary of Karl Jones for November 18, 2021.

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Sins of the father

My biological father abandoned my mother sometime during her pregnancy.

Mom made a legal contract with another man for a temporary marriage to span the time of my birth, to avoid the stigma of bastardry.

The legal father, who was gay, gained a hetero cover story.

Hard times.

  • Post @ Twitter (18 November 2021)

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I was born in 1961. Mom was 19.

I don't know much about her motives. She did what she thought best. I can only imagine the pressure she faced.

When I was 4 she married my dad, the man who raised me, Arthur Jones. He was a good man, who accepted me as his own.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

I suffered in my heart for a long time: who is my father? and who am I to him? Why am I half-orphan?

I came to understand, we are not unusual.

History is full of children who have no father, no mother, or both. This is the human condition.

One finds a way to love oneself.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

My sympathy to your child, and yourself. Hard times.

But take heart. We all find ways to keep going, to make our way in the world.

I turned out to be like my adoptive father, a good man, and not like my biological father.

Nonfiction cross-reference

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