“I Told My Mom and Biological Dad the Truth: My Heart Belongs to the Man Who Raised Me”
At the age of seven, my entire world came crashing down in a manner that no child should ever have to go through before they reach adulthood. When I was nine years old, my siblings and I found out that our mother had been having an affair with our father. That was a horrible event in and of itself.
Our mother was absolutely certain that her news would alter the dynamic inside our household. It was as if she had painted a picture of all of us being a single, happy family including Vince. However, her dream did not correspond to our reality.
Our father, who had been our support throughout our lives, would not allow us to feel abandoned. He assured us that regardless of what our DNA tests revealed, we were his children.
The reason he agreed to a DNA test was not to drive us away, but rather to demonstrate that it would not affect anything in any way. As a consequence of the examinations, it was determined that although my siblings were biologically his, I was not.
That piece of information hit me like a ton of bricks. I not only experienced a sense of disconnection, but it also provided my mother with exactly what she desired: at least one of her children was in a relationship with Vince. She gave off the impression that she was almost triumphant about it, as if it reinforced her choice to leave.
The father remained unmoved in spite of everything. It was he and my siblings who fought for custody of me back and forth. His birth certificate bore my name, and he considered me to be his son.
He believed that I was his biological child. Every effort was made by Mom and Vince to alter that situation. The custody battle was drawn out, and they brought in a guardian ad litem and Child Protective Services to argue that Vince, as my biological father, ought to have more rights than he currently does.
Nevertheless, the court came to the conclusion that it was in my best interest to continue living with my father, within the same 50/50 agreement as my brothers.
That was not something that Mom and Vince took lying down. They went out of their way to make Vince appear to be the superior “dad” in an effort to earn my favor throughout our conversation. However, their attempts appeared to be fabricated and dishonest.
Because my siblings were not his biological children, Vince did not show any concern for them, and his attempts to form a connection with me came across as being transactional. Simply because to the fact that we share DNA, I was meant to hug him, but I was never able to.
I considered my father to be my true father because he was the one who brought me up, loved me, and battled for me. Vince was nothing more than a man who inadvertently shared my genetic makeup. It is impossible for any number of fishing trips or other special outings to change that.
In every instance in which my mother encouraged me to acknowledge Vince as my biological father, I responded by saying, “I already have a father.”
Recently, this matter was brought up once more. Vince expressed interest in taking me on a fishing excursion, but I declined his offer. He became agitated, and his mother supported him by stating that she would have gone if it had been her father who had asked.
No, I did not refute it. I told them in no uncertain terms that I would always chose my father over Vince since my father is my true father in every respect that is relevant. Vince has never been, and he will never be. He has never been.
Things did not go well with that. Both my mother and my father attempted to give me a lecture, claiming that I was being disrespectful and ungrateful. They were the ones that ruined my feeling of family when they disclosed the affair and dragged me into this mess, but I told them the truth. They were the ones who shattered my sense of family.
Neither the hurt they inflicted nor the connection I have with my father can be erased by them. In addition, I informed them that I am not a toy that Vince may pick up whenever he has the desire to do so.
Despite the fact that I am aware that they believe I am being unjust, I do not regret the words that I have spoken. Not because of my DNA, but because of his love, devotion, and the fact that he has always been there for me, Dad is the person I will always consider to be my biological father.
People gives suggestions on my situation;
Is it true that I am the poor person for being truthful with them? I do not believe that to be the case.
