My mom had some strange ways about her. If she had been BP, or what ever, she would never admit it to family or friends. She was too upper class to do such. She truly spoiled me, but she had this way of comparing me to others I should be like. Her moods could change but mostly up and up. I don't know. Our relationship most certainly could have been better.

My father was at least 20 years older than mom. Maybe his sperm made me BP. He was old when he died in a vehicle accident, and that was a Friday, Dec. 15th. Seven days later, Dec. 22, 1950 I was born. Of course I never knew him, nor have any feelings for him due to this. Actually think the terrible accident may have cause mom lots of resentment also possibly toward me.