It’s crazy to think that for 17 years the man I call daddy isn’t even my biological father. You both claim you weren’t trying to hide it or lie to me but honestly I could care less what you say. You did lie. You hid it from me. You hid him from me. The man I call daddy doesn’t have my blood in his veins. It all makes sense though, why the postcards were never signed “Daddy or Dad” but instead with his first and last name. I was little so I never noticed. It shouldn’t have been such a shock, all the clues and signals were there. All I had to do was dig a little further and I’d find the document proving it all. And that’s just what I did.
How could you look at me for 17 years, watch me grow up, and lie to my face, pretend that he’s someone he’s not. I feel so betrayed, so foolish for thinking that my life was finally going in a good and happy direction. Obviously I’m nieave. I can’t look at either of you the same. You’re both liars and you wonder where I got my lying skills from. It turns out you two were the culprits.