Last week, I wrote about my biological daughter, whom I gave up for adoption in, I think, 2007 in Syracuse, New York. To be more precise, I happily signed away and all of my parental rights, freeing her to be adopted by her foster parents. At no point over the two years that she was with my wife and I did I want anything to do with her.
I did the bare minimum as a biological parent. I fed her, gave her fluids and changed her. I usually then plopped her into her crib with some toys and left her on her own while I watched TV and kept my websites up to date. At that time, I ran five websites and they took priority over her.
Sometimes, if she put up a fuss and cried about being left alone for much of the day, I’d bring her out to the living room and put something on TV for her while still ignoring her. Sometimes, she did something cute.
On one occasion, she was carrying her favorite toy around the living room. She dropped it and promptly said, “ah, shit!” The fact that she knew a curse would impress me and it further impressed me that she used it in context and properly. But for most part, other than that, I didn’t care what she did.
In my previous article, I mentioned a little about the adoptive parents and I did so thinking that I didn’t give up enough information for anyone to find them.
Well, folks, I was wrong. I forgot that this is the internet and that this is 2025.
I don’t know how this person did it, assuming that he or she is telling the truth, but if so, then they did get in touch. I got an anonymous email stating that they supposedly sent the family a copy of my story via snail mail and, they claimed, they falsely mentioned that I wanted to reunify with my biological daughter, as if we were ever united in the first place.
My biological daughter and I never really had much of a relationship and I preferred it that way. It was basically a two-year babysitting gig for me. Nothing less, nothing more. I was never bonded to her in any way and that would be because I never wanted her to begin with.
While I sat in the living room on the couch with my laptop, jumping around from one website to another, she would often toddle over and insist upon attention. More often than not, I would just ignore her, hoping she’d just go away.
I don’t remember her exact birthday, but I do think that she will either become 21 this year or has already hit that milestone. I do know that her adoptive parents sent an envelope to my wife every year. That envelope would contain pictures and an update on her life. I cared about neither and I still don’t give a rat’s ass.
Even though I was typically the one to pick the envelope up from the post office, I never looked at what was inside. I simply didn’t care that much. So, I have no idea what she looks like and I have no idea what the yearly updates were all about.
Now, I will be honest: I know their address. It was always on the return address at the top left. It’s the same address as before. Do I care? No. I will I post it as addresses are public record when it comes to, say, voter registration records and property records?
To be honest, I haven’t confirmed whether the address is in one more both of those types of records. I may have been interested in that sort of things in 2007, but not now.
What purpose would posting something like that serve, legal or not? One of those two methods, or maybe both, are probably how my, let’s say, stalker got their address. That’s the only way I can think of, and this is assuming that that person is telling the truth. All I can say is he or she did not it from this website.
As I stated before, the child was adopted into the Caruth family. I wouldn’t even begin to know what they’re up to careerwise or otherwise So even though the address is probably within those two sorts of records, posting it would add nothing of value to the conversation.
On one occasion, I almost saw a picture of my biological daughter by accident, but, without actually seeing anything, I managed to throw it and the envelope in the fireplace right where anything having do to with her belongs.
The person who sent me the message wrote that they know some details about her and that they’ll send me those details whether I like it or not. I can’t stop that, but I think I’ll be able to cut off reading it before actually reading anything of importance, because anything have to do with has no importance.
Let me put it this way: I don’t care if she’s even alive. If she’s no longer among the living, that suits me just fine. If she’s alive and doing well, then I still don’t care. I don’t know what’s going on with her and her family. I simply do not know.
What I do know is this: if either she or her adoptive parents show up at my place or if they contact me through any means whatsoever, I will promptly press charges for harassment and invasion of privacy. I will also immediately seek an Order of Protection, something that law enforcement takes very seriously in this state.
Wow, that was a long ramble! The underlying point of this article is for me to express in the strongest language possible that I want nothing to do with has anything to do with her. The fact that this person went ahead and found this family (stalking?) and then contacted them on my behalf without my consent (harassment?) is the lowest of the low.
The fact that someone would take the time and effort to put an evil plan such as this into place is appalling. Furthermore, this person is worse than a child molester, in my opinion. Even if she or he is fibbing, it’s still way low to even joke about something like this.
If I ever find out who this person is, that person may ultimately seek an OOP from me. I am not the one. I am not the person with whom someone would seek to dick around. It’s just that simple.
I went to great lengths to ensure that my biological daughter got taken away from me. The family court system in Onondaga County took it upon itself to force me, under an official court order, to try to reunify with her. No one got the clue.
I finally had to get blunt, telling any of the service providers involved who would listen that I didn’t love her anymore. I actually went as far as to say that I never loved her, and that, folks, is not a lie.
I’m taking this threat –and I do consider it a threat– very seriously. If they so much as send me a friend request on Facebook, I will react and that reaction will not be nice. In fact, if they contact me by any means, they’re going to feel the wrath and suffer severe legal and other repercussions.
The worst mistake I made with her is not pulling out. And what if she reads this article and the preceding one? I simply don’t care. Maybe she does need to read this along with her family so that they can know that meeting up with me will never happen willingly. If they show up on my doorstep, then the police will be called.
So if any of them are reading this: cross me, even all these years later, and they will find out just what I’m capable of, and yes, it will be legal.