I came up with a various titles for thie blog, but none seemed right. So I decided to call this blog, “Shame on Me.”
Yesterday I got a text from an unexpected number saying how this person loved me and knew these were not said enough. I am like ok, who is this. My last phone died on me and so I do not have any numbers for certain friends and family members. So I texted bac, who is this. It was from my astranged biological father, who replied dad.
After an hour of coaching by various friends and staff members, I get up the courage to talk to him last night. It seems it was a mass email that he sent several people. To make matters even worse, I find out that my bio-father came to Atlanta to see my stepbrother play basketball. It was actually the same game that I went to see with a good friend of mine. I can’t trully say how I feel in words that will express it, because then my blog woutld be deleted.
The mild version, I have not spoken to him since May 2006, I will not dare speak to him again. I do not need him in my life, thanks for the sperm. But whatever, he is dead to me. And if my sister is reading this, I am sorry you have to read this but I have never known him like you have. Call me, I’ll explain.
