I didn’t meet my dad until I was 15. It was in secret since my mother wanted nothing to do with him. Within the first 3 sentences exchanged, he felt the need to tell me that I was conceived on a beach in July during the last time they had sex.
I was the product a going-away f@#k in a relationship doomed before my conception. He followed it up with “We were good at two things, me and your mom. Fightin’ and f@#kin. Unfortunately, we were fighting more than we were f@#king so it stopped being worth it.” 10 years later and this is still how I get my family history.”
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