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Im 25, and found out at age 18 that the man I grew up with as a father was not my biological father. I met my biological father a few months later.
It is honestly, a very strange experience. Supposeably, my mom kept me from him because he was still in the party scene while she was trying to get out.
For me, it did not make much difference. My dad who raised me never treated me any different than my brothers or sister who were only half related to me, and if anything he treated me better.
I met my biological father and stayed with him for awhile. I think he was searching for a family. He has since had a family of his own, two kids, two step kids and a wife, and it seems like he doesnt really have a need for me anymore.
Honestly, it was all kinda pointless to me. I was the one who would call him, until I said fuck it, there is no point. He has not called in over 3 years, I am not any better for knowing about him. I dunno.
It is a strange experience, I can tell you that though. Living 18 years thinking one thing, and BAM, here is something to blow your mind.
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