If he is your real Father, he better have a damn good excuse for not being able to talk to you in that moment. I'll hold judgement until more is revealed though.

Good for you though for at least trying. I tracked my Dad down a couple of years ago, and it's been an enlightening experience to say the least.

Yeah, I reconnected with my birth mom when I was 18. It was so weird to see the same mannerisms and quirks that had seemed so uniquely my own coming from her.

That's a lot of the strange part, then there's the added factor that my daughter, her Grandfather, and myself all resemble each other. We do have a lot of fun though, and it's nice to see my Dad and my daughter deep into conversation. I just sit and smile at em.

...and cool that you two reconnected.

You ever go play drums for a little while and end up recording an album?

I don't know. Maybe he was at work or something. He called me later and we had a long talk about... stuff. Nothing too emotional, since that's not really something I wanted to get into on the phone. But we're supposedly gonna meet up for lunch or something this weekend. We'll see what happens.

God I hope we don't look alike. He kinda looks like Gallagher.


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Brother, I met my dad when I was 18, and let me tell you I was surprised, he was a 350 lbs black dude that was as queer as a two dollar bill..(How much more awesome does that get... I am ****in serious someone to perm my hair whuuuuut.....!) Anyway, I found alot of **** I had heard from my mom wasn't how he remembers it....And he got cranky when I called him Milfred. "Could you jissssst...call me dad.... Jessie please just this once..."

"No Milfred, I can't".... I didn't speak to him again after the intial meeting for another 6 years... And now I have lost touch with him again, but we got to a point where we'd talk once a week and became comfortable enough to to have a father/daughter relationship without infringing on the one that I had formed with my step dad all my life. So, you know these things can't be forced. You did the leg work, be proud you found him, and he is living. That can help you out later on down the road, just some food for thought. There were a couple times when I had nobody I could turn to and I called my dad and he actually gave a ****. (He didn't show up to my mother's funeral and I hadn't forgiven him for that until recently.)So you never know Bats... Sometimes all that is needed is the initial curiosity quenched and you might be able to relax over it. Also he is totally just as freaked as you. Just so you know. Give the man a minute to wrap his mind around the hellspawn that is his son.

This dialogue makes me even more grateful that I at least have a good relationship with my parents, even though they're split up.

And BTW, I actually have a couple of $2 bills kicking around….

You should bring a watermelon and a sledge hammer to lunch and see what happens.

Huzzah!

Good to see you're both at least giving it a chance. Children (not saying you're a child of course, just a term) can really benefit from at least knowing what their blood parents are like most of the time. Sometimes not, in extreme situations, but usually they get a better sense of who they are, and can be a good grounding point for emotional stability.

Edit: Just read Roxy's post above. Spot on Rox.

;)

I'm keeping my expectations low. I'm not much of a believer in people changing. They can mature, sure, but that core person is probably gonna be the same. He might be a more worthwhile person to know, but he's still a guy who walked out on his kid and never made any effort past one phone call almost two decades to get in contact. Apparently he has another kid he doesn't speak to as well, so I sense a pattern. I'll give him a shot, but I'm keeping my distance for now. (Although the knowledge that I have a half brother is kind of a trip, as I've been an only child my whole life.)

Not saying I'm gonna cut him out of my life at the first sign of him being not who I want him to be. I'm way past the age where I'd have to actually rely on him, so if he's kind of a dick then whatevs. Not really gonna affect me much. Honestly, I'm more curious than anything else. About him, sure, but more about the oddness of the situation.

I have no real idea of what the hell a dad is, so I'm not pining after anything I feel I've been denied, as the idea of "dad" is essentially a meaningless, abstract concept to me. I'm just kind of amused/bemused by all this. Whatever emotions are going on with me under the surface, right now I'm kind of dispassionately interested in what the near future is gonna be like. I'm definitely having a beer or five when we have lunch or dinner this weekend though. (On his dime of course.)