#whosmydaddy

Well, my aunt died yesterday morning. I did not get to visit or talk to her. Cuntasaurus ensured I didn't get to see her - pretty fucking selfish, but not entirely surprising. Other than the death announcement I got yesterday morning, she has resumed her silence. I made sure to thank her for allowing me to see my aunt as I requested; apparently things happened too quickly for her to call me to tell me time was short. It's curious, though. Her other sister was able to be there, and others were able to see her. I suppose things happened too quickly for her to contact me, but not so quickly that she was unable to contact THE REST OF THE FUCKING FAMILY. Last on the list, you know. She no longer attempts to deny that my father is not who she told me my entire life was my father, the man put on my birth certificate. Instead, she has progressed to completely not responding to any bit of that conversation. Other conversations taking place, such as her dying/dead sister or what a horr...

No updates on the sperm donor search, but I'll take a break and bitch about how awful the cuntasaurus is. Last week, I found out my maternal aunt, Jeannie, has stage 4 cancer. I’m a lot like her, and was always chastised by my mother as a child for being just like her. She describes herself proudly as "fuck nut crazy" - she's my people. She wasn't around much when I was a kid (probably because my mother considered her a terrible influence, what with her drugs, alcohol, and general hedonism). How did I find out about the cancer? A friend from high school maintains the cuntasaurus on Facebook as a friend. I guess this is more because she can act as a spy than for any genuine like of the woman. Naturally, dear mother makes this Facebook announcement while crying about how she's the victim because Aunt Jeannie just didn't want to be helped (presumably to have gotten medical care sooner? Who knows), and how sad it is for her (and Jeannie is the after thoug...

It's only been 2.5 weeks, but the Ancestry results are in! Unfortunately, not a lot to report just yet. No close familial matches. There is a paternal first cousin in database I’m not matching with, so that confirms what I already knew. My mother is a ho. A lying ho, at that.  I did get 3 first or second cousins that popped with a name I recognize - Amato. It’s a family in the area, nice folks. I went to school with one, though I didn’t know him well. I’ve reached out to him and hopefully he can help direct me to someone in the family who can help me sort it out. Interestingly, I remember my mother mentioning repeatedly when I was young that she went to school with the Amatos, and seemed to fondly remember them. Down this rabbit hole I go. Still waiting for Ronnie's daughter's results. She is no longer communicating, unfortunately. She seemed cool, but I'm well aware of the fact that I'm a terrible judge of character. It's been mentioned that ...

Continued radio silence from my mother after her initial extremely weak denial. Her reputation and public perception have always mattered more to her than anything else, so I'm not expecting much. Growing up, my little brother was always the clear favorite, despite the fact that I was the straight-A student and rarely in trouble until I hit high school. In my defense, my "trouble" was more amusing shenanigans or that of a willful child intolerant of stupid rules; I didn't drink, I didn't party, I had zero interest in drugs and little in boys. I planned to get the hell out and go to college and none of that nonsense was going to stop me. I have no idea what my “father” knows. But I do know he spoke to my mother the same day I confronted her, and he was sober at 3pm, a feat in and of itself. I have not discussed any of this with him, nor do I plan to anytime soon. I have located a daughter of Ronnie, Brandy. She seems like a really cool chick, and has agreed ...