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Saturday, April 16, 2016
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Shit Carol Says...
If something is too good to be true, it is. Back to reality. Happiness is a fairytale only for Cinderella.
Sunday, April 3, 2016
My Biological Father
Earlier this week I found out the man (Russell Kennedy) I thought was my biological father is not my biological father. The man that just passed away was the man who raised me and was an amazing daddy.
I have no name for my biological father, no pictures with him or of him. No infant pictures of me exist. Russell signed my birth certificate. Possible adoption idk. There's only three people that knew the name of my biological father. Those three people are my mother, her sister Shirley, and Russell. They are all dead. Apparently none of them found it important for me to know.
This is actually good news to me. I never fit in with the Kennedy family. Russell died when I was 18 (you'd think my mother would have told me the truth then!) and had life insurance. Low and behold my brother (now my half brother) got over $20,000 when he turned 18. I got a shitty $1875. And I'm sure that was left to me out of obligation and fear of looking like an asshole. After Russell died his family completely cut ties with me. Now I know why.
So, now I know why I'm NOTHING like my brother, nothing like Russell and nothing like my mother. Which is awesome because all three are horrible people. Those who know me know that I'm kind, compassionate, loving, a hard worker, ambitious, loyal, and faithful.
I don't want a relationship with my biological father. My father passed away almost three weeks ago, no man could ever fill his shoes. I'm content. The only thing I would like to know is my heritage. My mother was half Irish half Russian. What is the other half of me? Could I be Ukranian, Romanian, Greek, another European decent? That part I will never know. I just know the people who consider me family, my daddy William and sister Elaine are all I need ❤️
I have no name for my biological father, no pictures with him or of him. No infant pictures of me exist. Russell signed my birth certificate. Possible adoption idk. There's only three people that knew the name of my biological father. Those three people are my mother, her sister Shirley, and Russell. They are all dead. Apparently none of them found it important for me to know.
This is actually good news to me. I never fit in with the Kennedy family. Russell died when I was 18 (you'd think my mother would have told me the truth then!) and had life insurance. Low and behold my brother (now my half brother) got over $20,000 when he turned 18. I got a shitty $1875. And I'm sure that was left to me out of obligation and fear of looking like an asshole. After Russell died his family completely cut ties with me. Now I know why.
So, now I know why I'm NOTHING like my brother, nothing like Russell and nothing like my mother. Which is awesome because all three are horrible people. Those who know me know that I'm kind, compassionate, loving, a hard worker, ambitious, loyal, and faithful.
I don't want a relationship with my biological father. My father passed away almost three weeks ago, no man could ever fill his shoes. I'm content. The only thing I would like to know is my heritage. My mother was half Irish half Russian. What is the other half of me? Could I be Ukranian, Romanian, Greek, another European decent? That part I will never know. I just know the people who consider me family, my daddy William and sister Elaine are all I need ❤️
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