I keep meeting my birth mom but she doesn't know that it's me.

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I'm a 24 year old male and my mom had me when she was 14 years old and she gave me up for adoption.

My parents told me about her growing up. I still have the letter that she wrote to me

that she asked if they could give it to me if they wanted. It's crazy reading it sometimes

and knowing it was a literal child who wrote it saying that she's sorry

that she couldn't be my mommy but she hopes I'm happy. She was open to having contact but we

moved for my dad's job when I was 11 and then it seemed impossible to find her but luckily

I did. She was working at this small restaurant and I keep going to it but she doesn't know that

it's me. Sometimes we talk and she seems like a nice lady. Sometimes when she says something like

do you want to refill honey or use as another term like that I want to tell her I don't know why

it makes me nervous. We talk sometimes and she seems really genuine. If she's not super busy

she's more open to talking about random stuff. I literally drive two hours to come eat at this place

just to see her and it's like she knows me already because I'm there one or two times a week

for the past three months so she always says hi with the big smile but man if only she knew.

So eventually he actually goes and tells her that he is her son. Fast forwarding into the future

this is the update. Well I did it. I told her and yeah it was pretty heavy. My heart was even

beating fast. I kept trying to think of how to tell her. Many of the comments in the last post

mentioned writing her a letter just how she wrote a letter for me. Originally that was the plan

but for me I felt like I needed to say it. Before I explain it I want to say thanks

for everyone that showed support mostly to all the birth parents out there who shared their stories

with me. That's what really helped to push me to have the courage to confront her. It meant

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