38: 3+1 Mother’s Day Tributes

In previous years, I have thanked my multiple moms. Keeping that tradition in mind, here is an updated version.

In case you missed this meme on Mother’s Day.

I know, the day to celebrate Mom was two days ago, and yes, I sent Fran Lepow her annual text message. However, this is the first year I did not pick up the phone. Why? Because at this point, I’m pretty sure she has blocked my number.

Bio-Mom: You were my original mom, and while selfishly I do hope you were able to watch me from a distance, I thank you for providing me some sort of comfort after you found out that I was on the way. Though I am pretty sure that had abortion been legal, I wouldn’t be typing this as Mark Lepow. Yes, the term “you are the abortion that lived” has never stung less than the first time I heard it.

For the record, I believe birth control begins with a man putting a condom on, even if their partner says they are on birth control. I also believe a woman should have 100% autonomy over their body. If some scub bag rapes a woman, why the hell should she be forced to carry that reminder to term? I know, I know, I probably was not created under a veil of love on Valentine’s Day. While I am on a roll, my daughter should not have to dress conservatively simply because another person might be distracted. One last thing before I get back to my original topic. Why the hell are men gynecologists? Don’t give me this “they are professionals” bullshit. I have had too many friends tell me there is a difference between men and women gynecologists. I believe it. What man has experienced the pain of childbirth? Anyone? You in the back, do you know a man who has experienced childbirth?

Back to bio-mom. I am also grateful that you were not successful with at least one attempt at taking your life (though I’m sure you lied about the amount during the DCF interview) while carrying me. In the letter that Tallahassee sent me nearly a decade ago, Bio-Dad was not too happy about my approaching arrival either. I’ve done the math, I was most likely conceived near Valentine’s Day, but sure as hell not between two people madly in love. More like two drunk people who had sex and regretted the outcome.

I have no idea what type of life you and my two older bio-sisters were living, but I would still love to find out the “why” behind your choice to give me up for adoption.

The letter that Tallahassee sent me listed the first names of my two sisters, but they were not unique. Yes, dear readers, my DNA is on file in multiple registries, but no first cousins, and too many second cousins to wade through. Bio-mom, in my heart, I’m pretty sure we did in fact meet, and between us, only you would know, but too many weird events took place after I told my adopted mom about our possible meeting. Plus, Dr. Corey died before I turned 18, so he was unable to offer me much information.

My FREE post about my bio-mom and the possible meeting is HERE.
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Adopted-Mom, aka Fran Lepow: You were always my mom, for I had no reason not to call you mom. Until that one day, as a very young boy, when I was snooping in your filing cabinet in the den and found what amounts to the invoice from Bernie Summers for my adoption, I had no idea I had been purchased. Hell, your and Neil’s names are