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When I turned 25 years old, I was in the Navy and stationed down in Corpus Christi. I decided I wanted to go home (Houston) to party. I had been home a few weeks earlier to attend my great uncle's funeral and earlier that week my mom told me she wanted to talk to me about something ASAP. She was being super weird and wouldn't say exactly what it was she wanted to talk about so when I got home I gave her a call... Keep in mind, this is on my actual 25th birthday so I'm not expecting anything too wild, but ohhh man. My mom straight up tells me the guy I spent 25 years calling my dad (who really wasn't that great a dad but I loved him anyway and always tried to help him out when he was down on his luck) was NOT my father and that some other guy was my dad. Apparently someone at the funeral earlier in the month saw me and realized I looked exactly like the other guy. Ended up meeting him and confirming he was indeed my pops (he's actually a really good guy and we talk often now), but I didn't talk to my mom for a long time. She KNEW and decided to drop this on me after 25 years of life. That made me open my eyes to how foul your family, even you own mom, can be.
I feel you.
I was 17 and came home from school one day, nothing out of the ordinary. I went upstairs to go to my bedroom put my stuff away. My mom was in the process of getting her room repainted and she had her big dresser in the hallway. On top was some scattered things but what stuck out was one of those big tan envelopes. I just had to know what was inside, something drew me to it. I opened it up and there was a firm stack of papers, I pulled out papers and flipped through a couple until I saw "Adoption of Alchemist" at the top of one of the pages. I put the papers back in the envelope didnt bother to read the rest of the lawyer talk but I got what I needed. My mom got home a few hours later, I waited til she got settled in and went outside for a smoke. In the most polite non confrontational way I brang up what I saw. She berated me for about a minute "Dont go through my ****, blah blah blah". After she verbally beat my ***, she got a hold of herself and apologized. Explained to me how I came about, pretty much she banged some dude in between fall outs between her and the father of my brother and sister. Its still something that I think about once a year or so, just curious as to what he looks like really. I never had a great relationship with my adoptive father, he was an alcoholic and actually passed away last year.
Lifes weird man. Ive got some stories.