I wish i could say that i have gotten over this issue, but it seems to keep coming back and haunting me in little ways. and this is the hand of life i was dealt, but I just don't know how to be content with the fact that I will never know where half of me came from. Growing up life wasn't that great, and I always had these optimistic ideas of what my dad might be like, but now almost 30, I know that one contender is dead, the other either doesn't want to see me or is not capable of being contacted and the third is more than likely not. I have to go on speculation as the many years prior to my moms death i pried and tried to get the answer to the this question, but mom either denied having contact with a couple of the guys and the 'one' was just unreachable. I.e. she doesn't remember his 'name'. All those years I believed everything my mom said about the situation ,but now looking back and being grown-up, a mom, someone more seasoned in the adult life, i realize that, yes she could have lied about the situation, i want to believe what she told me back then, but the story she tells just doesn't add up. Maybe she was trying to protect me from hurt, maybe he didn't want to meet me, but now she is not here to question so I cannot go back and time and ask things differently. My aunts do encourage me to find answers and they truly are my only resources for finding any truth. I am who I am because of my circumstances and what i believed about my dad. But I don't knwo if the questions will ever stop bugging me. . One wound of many that i can't seem to shake of who I am.
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So there is my rant or melancholy post for the night....









