Don't look for a happy ending.
Its here.
Sitting in my hot little hands.
Well not really.. it's actually sitting in my phone in my text message folder.
The address where I will supposedly find my real dad. Blood-related, biological... father.
And he lives in Texas... ~sigh~
In fact, he lives just south of where I last heard of him being.
In fact... I drove through his city on my way to Kansas in September...
I don't know what to do.
I don't even know if I should do anything.
I'm half tempted to delete the information and continue living my life and allowing him to live his...
I mean... if he wanted to contact me... he would have found a way to do so by now.. right?
Right?
Right.
I don't need another man to hammer home a fact that my mother and several other men have hammered home all my life.
Sitting in my hot little hands.
Well not really.. it's actually sitting in my phone in my text message folder.
The address where I will supposedly find my real dad. Blood-related, biological... father.
And he lives in Texas... ~sigh~
In fact, he lives just south of where I last heard of him being.
In fact... I drove through his city on my way to Kansas in September...
I don't know what to do.
I don't even know if I should do anything.
I'm half tempted to delete the information and continue living my life and allowing him to live his...
I mean... if he wanted to contact me... he would have found a way to do so by now.. right?
Right?
Right.
I don't need another man to hammer home a fact that my mother and several other men have hammered home all my life.