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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 to confirm he is who I think he is, as he is using a nickname for his profile. Because we are not friends, this message lands in that stupid "other" folder, forgotten and neglected by most. I had also sent a friend request, but that also got no response. The worst part of Facebook jail, though? That's the part where HE FUCKING RESPONDS.

Y'all, I've got 2 days and 3 hours left. In the meantime, I suppose I have plenty of time to plan my response.

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