#whosmydaddy

So on 11/1, I finally messaged my suspected biological father back. I came right out and told him, gave my evidence, told him my birthday and my mother's name, plus where I suspected they crossed paths. The following morning, I got a short message back from him. He found my message quite surprising, and needed some time to process it. He would get back to me next week. That's pretty fucking fair. I've had a couple months to process all this, so I'm a little ahead of him there. Today, I got a message back from him. He gave me his phone number and asked me to call him. As some of you may recall (due to my delayed releases here), I had that day from hell where I had two crazy cruelty cases that were huge time sucks on my day, got the news that the truck needed a new engine, and came home to find my dog wigging out because she was stoned out of her tiny little mind after eating some marijuana she found somewhere outside, likely left from one of the workers while the house...

I know it's been a bit since the last update; this one is a good one. My father's results posted Friday. Not surprisingly, his sister and his niece pop up as his family, and nothing seems amiss there. My wonderful grandmother is the honorable lady I knew her to be. But seeing it confirmed that my DNA came from somewhere else was a bit of a kick in the nuts. So that's fun. Dear ol' dad is struggling. He can't seem to wrap his head around things and seems to oscillate between confused acceptance and bargaining. Damn my cuntastic mother for this. A large reason for the existence of this blog is my banishment to Facebook jail for 30 days, though it also is a nice way to chronicle events. My time in the slammer has allowed me a bit more time to get work related things done, though the loss of use of the Facebook messenger has been a bit painful, as I use it often. You see, I reached out to my suspected sperm donor through Facebook messenger maybe 6 weeks ago. Just ...

Not a lot to update recently. My non-biological father sent his DNA off and they have it; results are expected on November 2. Neither my brother's nor my cousin's samples have been received at the lab yet. Doing a little Facebook stalking of the sperm donor, and two of his friends that commented on his recent post share friends with me. One friend is Anna, and I've reached out to her to reach out to her friend about getting in touch with him. I have a phone number I pulled off something online, but don't know if it's a correct number. I loathe calling folks, and this really isn't much of a text conversation....

23andMe is releasing a new traits test, likely to keep up with Ancestry, and the tests just went on sale for $20 less than the normal price. I went ahead and snagged a few, which arrived last week, but I've been too busy to do anything with them. I was talking to my non-biological father today about getting my brother's test to him, and my father asked me if he could take one. Absolutely! Oh, the cuntasaurus is going to be pissed now! He's convinced the error is on his side somehow, even though I explained that that just isn't very likely. Poor guy. The three tests have now been registered and should be submitted soon. One to my non-biological father, one to my little brother, and one to a maternal cousin to see if I can start sorting out some of this weirdness on that side. Speaking of weirdness on the maternal side, here's a new fun fact I gathered. This cousin, John, is the son of Bonnie, who is supposed to be my grandfather's sister, Bonnie. There were...

Late last night, I texted my mother and informed her that my sperm donor was Rick. I thanked her for her assistance, as it really saved me a lot of trouble. I didn't get a reply until this morning. "I had planned to talk with you about all of this once my grief had lifted some with the loss of my sister. I can tell you that I do not know who the person is that you are talking about. I have never seen or talked with them. Unfortunately, once you make up your mind about something it's a done deal." The response I wanted to send was "Well mom, maybe you never saw him or spoke to him, but you sure as shit banged him," but I chose to bite my tongue. Instead I chose to point out that DNA doesn't lie, that she wasn't grieving a month ago when I first asked her, and that she needs to learn to communicate better because it's hard for me to translate "we can talk about this later" from fucking silence. "I was just as shocked about all...

My mind hasn’t really stopped trying to process the information from earlier today. I’ve been working on this Amato tree but getting progressively more frustrated. The existing trees built by others have a wide range of disagreement among them, and the records search is equally frustrating, as a lot of these names are apparently quite common. Many of these suggested records do not actually belong to the person for whom they are suggested, so it’s a lot to wade through.  I found a tree built out by a member of a local Catholic Church for its members. That’s a little weird, but ok. It seems to be one of the more accurate ones, and I reached out to its creator to see if she could help me with the living folks as well as some of the older buildout. I was also curious as to the accuracy of this and how much care was being taken when adding people and records.  She responded to me pretty quickly. She will not release any information on living people, but is willing to help ...