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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. As it turns out, he's certain that he's responsible for that potty mouth should I indeed be his.

Obviously, he has concerns about not being my father's favorite person. That may be true, but I'm pretty sure my mother would like him even less at this point. He has no children, and said it's one of his biggest regrets.

What a mess. Looks like cuntasaurus has three victims in her little lie.

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