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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 was being built. Well, that day was today.

Suffice to say, I was not able to call him tonight, as I didn't even have a chance until 10:30 and I didn't feel it appropriate to call that late. Maybe tomorrow.

In other news, my little brother's DNA just posted. No surprises there - he's truly an Anderson. Good for my dad. At least he has one kid. Even if it's the shitty one. I sent my incubator a screenshot of my brother's account, showing me as his half sister. Dumbfuck just responded "what does half sister mean?" You're a fucking nurse with at least a handful of brain cells, even if you completely lack any sort of moral compass. I'm pretty sure you can figure this out without any help. I resisted the urge to reply snarkily, though "It means you're a cheating hobag" was my preference, and just defined what a half sibling is. Haven't heard a peep, and don't expect to.

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