29 9 / 2011
my brain is consumed
by the news my mother decided to share with me on her birthday. It’s hard to talk about, but it’s all I ever think about. I grew up with my mother always being there and my father never caring. I’m almost 20 and my mom thought now would be the best time to tell me that man I grew up calling “dad” is more then likely not my father. I’m not mad at her and I think that’s important for everyone to understand. In a way it brings a sense of relief. Now I know why my siblings were always treated better than I was.
The first step in figuring all this out is a DNA test. My mom said we just need her ex husbands DNA (aka, the guy I grew up calling “dad”) because if it isn’t him then its the other guy. I’m just so scared and I don’t know why.
