For the last 8 years of my life, iv wanted to know who my real dad was. I don't know why I want to knowing everything my family has to say about him.
I always knew the guy my mom married wasn't my real dad, and she never tried to hide it. But I treated him like my dad. I wanted him to adopt me. I wanted a real family.
I always had so many questions. Like why would you just sign your kid away like they were just an item for sale? Was I not good enough to be your kid any more? Why did you start another family? Do you treat them better then you did us? Why cant you spell my name right when you try talking to my mom? Why did you never try to talk to me? Just why?
You've missed so much of my life. You missed my first day of school. My first school dance. All my good grades. My first date. Meeting my boyfriend before he was allowed to become my boyfriend. You missed my first prom. My graduation. Most importantly though, you missed getting to know your first born. You missed watching me grow up. Last time you saw me, I was 3. Did your imagination do a good enough job of making me grow up?