I don't have a "Dad", per se, any longer.
Good evening.
I really am not sure quite where to begin here, because there are so many facets to my story.
Over the last couple of years, I was informed that my Dad, who I grew up with, was potentially not my biological father. As time went by, it was proven that he in fact was not. I went and had a DNA test with the gentleman who was presumed to potentially be my biological father.
I went for this DNA test because I genuinely (and after a lot of thought, like 6 months worth) felt like I wanted to know. I never had a really close relationship with my Dad, and I didn't really figure that it would harm anything. I thought that if the results were shocking, and this new guy was my father... well... I don't know... I would cross that bridge when I came to it. I wasn't really terrified of this bridge, because the man in question is a very supportive and kind individual, who made sure that the entire process was led by me.
It was suggested by a few people that we keep this information from my Dad, because he needn't know. HIm and my Mom are divorced by the way, and have been for a great many years (I am 29 years old, and they divorced when I was in Grade 8). I decided that was a horrible idea. I don't think keeping this kind of truth from someone is appropriate - so I asked my Mom to tell him. I thought it was her responsibility, and she agreed and she told him. She explained to me that when they met, and she told him the story he said "well, this won't really change much, because she is my family, and I don't see her any differently".
Which was a lie, because he has not been in contact since. He has said some hurtful things about me to people (like my own brother) and showed no interest when, at the beginning of all of this, I appealed to him to at least talk to me, or answer me with a letter (I wrote to him, and I called him many times, but after about a year, I had to just stop, because it was breaking my heart) - as much as I wasn't close with the man - it hurt me to know that all I really was growing up was a financial burden essentially.
Anyway... through this all I have defiantly said that he is the one who is worse off for not knowing me or my children or being a part of my life. I do feel that way... I think that he is very immature and doesn't have much clue about emotions or feelings (his parents are horrific people) - and he has chosen the easy way out.
I have written a letter explaining that the ball is in court and that I have never chosen to stop loving him or stop considering him my Dad (now I call him my x-dad... since I heard about things he said) - but he never chose to contact me or even show acknowledgement.
Why does this bother me so much still? I keep feeling like I want to confront him face to face... but Im scared to death about that. My biological father very much wants to be a part of my life... and that is great - but I can't put him into a fatherly place from my standpoint - I see him more as a family friend (he loves his grand kids, and they are a big part in one anothers lives) - thing is, I don't live close to EITHER of these people.
Its hard to feel the way I do, without feeling kind of stupid for wanting him to acknowledge my existence.