Some sad stories on here. I got lucky! I can't remember my father because the last time I saw him was when I was 5(I'm 18 now) and I was raised by my mom and my aunt/grandma. I have no connection to my father's family after my mom talked shit about him in front of his mom. I'm really not to hung over about any of it and have had a fulfilling life so far. My mom was never married to the guy and both me and my bro were accidents from boyfriends(some damn good accidents at that... well at least I am :P). There was no child support from either my dad or my bro's dad so I lived mostly with my mom, aunt, and grandma in an apartment.

When my mom received a tax return she asked me and my brother if she should get a car or a computer and we picked the computer. She met a young man on the AOL chat rooms and convinced him to to move from Washington(maybe Oregon) to Maryland and he eventually came. He was in his twenties and needless to say was still a young man. Their were some ups and downs but he became part of the family and a true father. They have been married for 9 years now I believe and my life would of been much different if he never moved down here or even more so if me and my brother picked a car instead of a computer.

I don't feel any need to find my biological father and probably never will. Only thing I would like to see of him is at least a picture just to know what he looks like. Its weird knowing that the dude you work next to at work could be your real father and you would really never know.

All in all I got very lucky and I'm very content with my life.