Daughter 2 on they way.

One of my daughters is flying in from California tomorrow. I am excited to see her, of course. She was supposed to come visit in July, but she said she was sick. It would have been nice because my son was also here and they have never met. So, it would have been nice if she would have showed up.
Oh, so I guess you are wondering why they have never met? Aren't you nosey! :)
When I was with my first 'baby daddy', I cheated on him. Ya ya, I see you're scowl! I'm am by no means a perfect person. Although I like to think I have become a better one as the years pass.
So, I became pregnant with this other man's child. At this point, my first child's father was doing crystal meth on a regular basis so I knew at some point very soon it would end and I could not support two small children on my own. (Just for reference, minimum wage was 4.25) So, I did some soul searching and gave my second child up for adoption. Now before you go putting on your Christian panties and judging me, let me explain a few details.
I was 'allowed' to choose the couple I was going to give her to. I believe I chose very well. Her adoptive father is the editor of Forbes magazine. Her adoptive mother a successful realtor in sunny California. I met them in person and they were a very nice couple. In love and the husband had just the right amount of boyish craziness that makes a good father. I want to give you a little info on me at this point in my life. I was living in a 27' travel trailer in a RV park, worked at Circle K, had a 3 year and a crystal meth head as a boyfriend. The only thing that was nice in my life (besides my sweet 3 year old) was I lived in Sedona, Az.
So, the best thing for me, my first daughter and my second daughter, was to give her up. Hardest thing I have ever done in my entire life. I would never wish that upon anyone. But I did it. I cried for 3 weeks straight afterwards. I lied, told people I was a surrogate. I was young.
It was an open adoption, that was my only stipulation. Her mother communicated with me freely. I was right about them. They invited me to meet her once when they were in the state I relocated to after leaving Mr. Meth. She was 7. She was like day to my first daughter's night. Blonde, pale and pretty. My first daughter is a dark haired beauty and oh so independent.
So to wrap this up, My second daughter came to see my for the first time since she was 7, last year. She stayed a few days and we got along famously. It was like I raised her. She is identical in personality to myself and daughter 1. I have realized tho, unlike us, she is hardly as independent. I guess that is because she had money her whole life.
A luxury #1 and I never have.