I Give Up in Slowing Down

I have tried to draft this story for 6 months and I can’t. So, I’m just going to wing it and hope all comes out right.
My story starts in 1953, my first year after high school. In August of that year I gave birth to a baby boy and I immediately gave the child over to the state of California for adoption to a loving couple. At the time of the adoption I was told by the welfare worker that 1. I was giving up all rights to this child and 2. I could gone on with my life and I did. None of this would ever show up again until well after my life was over. In 1956 I married and in 1958 had my first child. In 1965 I had my second child. Everything was fine until 1973 when I got a divorce. Life went on with a few ups and downs, Son went to live with his Dad and my daughter got married. Everything was fine all the way till 2015 in June. When out of the blue My Sister informed me she had found the child I had given up for adoption. WHAT!!! No way!!! Don’t tell me anything more . But she and her daughter felt it was important that I have all the facts. They pushed me to read all the info they had gotten and then they involved my kids, telling them to force their Mom to listen to all this stuff. I blew my stack and told both of them where to go and leave me alone. I think I told them-I’ll call you if I want any info. My Son wanted to know if it was okay for him to get in touch with this man. I told him what he chose to do was his business.. To Be Continued.