#whosmydaddy

I just hung up after a 45 minute call with my likely biological father, and we had a pretty great conversation. He and my mother had a "short, casual" relationship, but he does remember her. Official confirmation of my initial theory - that bitch is a ho. He seems far more surprised by the fact that I exist than the fact that I could be his. He made it clear he's not running from this, and is very interested in confirming that I am his daughter. He's of the kind that doesn't want his DNA in a database somewhere (I don't get it, but I know there are folks who feel this way), so he wants to go with a paternity test rather than through ancestry or 23andMe. Should my sleuthing be accurate, he wants to be involved in my life. I warned him early on in the conversation that I have a horrible potty mouth; I'd presume that someone who just learns "I have a daughter" imagines more of a proper feminine thing, so I wanted to dispel that pretty quickly....

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...