Oh my goodness, where to start.
Ok, my mom always told me that my father was Shane. He's on my birth certificate but he left when I was 1. About 5 years ago, my sister tracked him down. He's not my father. My mom was pregnant when they met and he agreed that they would tell me he was my father until I was "old enough." I was 26 when I found out and talked to my mom and she admitted it. Wouldn't tell me much about my real father. Just that his name was Mitch and he was in a band (she told me the band name, but it's kinda inappropriate). And that she'd never even told him she was pregnant. And I knew she was going to college in Iowa at that time. She didn't tell me a last name. I did some googling, but to no one's surprise, I didn't find anything.
Cut to yesterday. I have a reddit account and found a subreddit where people like to find information and whatever. So I posted. Within an hour, someone messaged me a newspaper article about the band - with my father's name listed - and a link to his facebook page. All the other band members were on his friends list. This person had a subscription to a newspaper database. Why didn't I think of that?
I messaged him.
He didn't see the message until today. He remembers my mom. He wishes he'd known about me. He said he would have wanted to be responsible. He wants to meet me. I suggested a DNA test to be sure. He agreed and offered to pay for it. And he's driving down on Sunday to meet me. He lives about 3 hours away.
My mind is absolutely blown. I'm in crazy shock. And nervous. And excited. Kinda mad at my mom. I could have had a dad. But trying to not be mad because you can't change the past. And my head is absolutely spinning.
Ok, my mom always told me that my father was Shane. He's on my birth certificate but he left when I was 1. About 5 years ago, my sister tracked him down. He's not my father. My mom was pregnant when they met and he agreed that they would tell me he was my father until I was "old enough." I was 26 when I found out and talked to my mom and she admitted it. Wouldn't tell me much about my real father. Just that his name was Mitch and he was in a band (she told me the band name, but it's kinda inappropriate). And that she'd never even told him she was pregnant. And I knew she was going to college in Iowa at that time. She didn't tell me a last name. I did some googling, but to no one's surprise, I didn't find anything.
Cut to yesterday. I have a reddit account and found a subreddit where people like to find information and whatever. So I posted. Within an hour, someone messaged me a newspaper article about the band - with my father's name listed - and a link to his facebook page. All the other band members were on his friends list. This person had a subscription to a newspaper database. Why didn't I think of that?
I messaged him.
He didn't see the message until today. He remembers my mom. He wishes he'd known about me. He said he would have wanted to be responsible. He wants to meet me. I suggested a DNA test to be sure. He agreed and offered to pay for it. And he's driving down on Sunday to meet me. He lives about 3 hours away.
My mind is absolutely blown. I'm in crazy shock. And nervous. And excited. Kinda mad at my mom. I could have had a dad. But trying to not be mad because you can't change the past. And my head is absolutely spinning.
ME! My sister is pregnant and the heat combined with her work schedule has caused her blood pressure to raise. My heart is also skipping a lot more because the heat makes it work harder. That and my ongoing anxiety.
