Can I tell you a story /b/?
>be in the army
>be sandbagging because stupid town is flooded
>workin 20 hour days
>phone starts going crazy
>wtf its like 3 in the morning
>its my uncle on my mothers side
>ignore it and try to sleep
>phone wont stop
>read my uncles message
>he going off about random shit
>saying my father isn't my real father
>don't believe him
>he used to be a meth addict
>dismiss it as crazy
>but the idea sticks in the back of my mind
>think about it all day while sandbagging next day
>text my uncle
>ask if hes being serious
>asks if I want to hear the full story
>tells me my real father was strangled to death with a seatbelt in an airport parking lot
>all happened when I was a baby
>the person I call dad met my mother when she was pregnant
>told her he would raise me as his own
>told her not to tell anybody
>say ok uncle
>still dismiss as crazy
>call family members and ask around about it
>they all say uncle is a meth head and crazy
>tell her what uncle said
>says hes a crazy meth head
>ask if dads my real dad
>"anon ill call you later im driving"
>"anon not now"
>"Its a yes or no question is dad my fucking dad"
>"no anon he's not"
>hang up the phone
>don't know how to feel act
>mom comes to my house a couple days later and confirms everything my uncle said was true
>none of my family know except my uncle mom and dad
>my whole dads side thinks im related to them
I dont know what to say or do or feel /b/
>Uncle tells me my father isnt my real father
Seriously though the first half has nothing to do with the story. Unless you were just trying to let everyone know you were in the Army, but I doubt that has to do with the story
ahhh, that makes more sense. wow thats shit anon.
but this other guy is a cool dude for takeing care of you all these years. and if your real dad was an addict your life may have turned out better this way.
still weird feeling
Im grateful of him raising me and that he treated me like one of his own but my parents split up when i was around 14 and my father stopped giving a shit about me and i think this is why although he doesnt know i knw hes not my real dad yet
my mother said it was always her intent to tell me sooner or later but she said as years passed it got harder and harder. My uncle said he wanted my mother to tell me from the beginning and she never would so finally he just got sick of it.
Well, seems to me like you're doing well for yourself. Get the most you can out of the Army and don't let this change your life.
I think anyone would feel really strange after finding that out at age 20. Hopefully time will heal it. Just promise yourself that you'll never do that to your kids, and make sure you don't put yourself in a position where you end up selling drugs at an airport parking lot when you have a pregnant wife.
I have a similar story
>I'm 20 years old
>have older brother, mother was 45 when she "had" me
>have different godmother then brother
>know her as marsha
>as a kid I'm always dropped at her moms house she was 18-28 in my childhood years
>she would watch movies and play with me the whole time_ my bro never came with
>she used to come at Christmas and give me trash bags filled with wrapped presents, tons of video games and awesome toys, literally everything on my list
>at 18 I started renting a house on a lake to live at with my friends
>two days later I see my birth certificate for first time
> mother is really Marsha
> she was 16
>family confirms it
> I've known for two years haven't told Marsha I know
>she's 36 now has two little girls 6 and 8, she is raising them with her husband
>idk my dad
> I have 2 sisters that don't know they have an older brother
The guy who says hes your dad is your dad, the dead guy was just a stupid fuck who allowed himself to get strangled. Why are you wierd about it OP?what your stupid uncle said changes only that you now know that your uncle is an even bigger twat than you thought.
Hug your dad and your mommand thank them for not raping you and that you didnt grow up in the streets sucking cocks for food.
Im probably not my fathers son because my mother was a cheating cocklover, but the guy who raised me was awesome.
You are welcome OP.
Anon, I didn't know my parenty were not really married (at church that is) until I was at the age of 23... I also got to know my dad was with my moms sister before, they had a kid (my step-sister) who died from leukemia when she was very young. They then broke up and my mother went with him far far away from both their families... all of this I learned at the age of 23 when I got engaged with my todays ex-wife. My parents were in rage - told me I would break my life forever... told this in front of my former fiance... you can imagine the trouble that caused... and all of that just because they didn't tell me earlier...
Mom and dad played as if everything was normal for my whole life up to that point. So I kind of understand how you feel. Here's what helped me be ok with the situation: just imagine what your parents must have gone through at that time. Myself I am divorced by now (happened three years ago) and I do know what such a situation means for your life... it nothing but traumatic. It can break you completely.
So the thing most people try to do is to displace their past... to deny what has happened just so they can continue living their lifes and not crumble. This obviously is not the proper way to deal with shit. Ideally you should always work through your past, find out what good this brought to your life and embrace everything that was, is and will be. That's how I deal with my past and I'm able to love my broken marriage as of today.
I do know however, that my parents have never gone that way and are not living in peace with all of their past... they keep hiding those stories as good as they can and this causes huge issues for them...
So what I learned from that: I have to understand and accept, that they chose this way so we could have a good childhood. On the other hand it teached me that I'll never be like them. I'll always try to tell the truth and be honest about myself and my life.
Hope this helps a bit...
>dad died in february
>was a really good guy but a poorfag
>could not give a shit that he's gone
>no reason for me to be this selfish, he was a great dad
I simply do not care and haven't shed a single tear
wtf is wrong with me, /b/?