The Story

So this is my first blog, and ill start out with the story that blows all of my friend's minds.

Here I was just finished my first year of college and I was heading home. I (unfortunately) wasn't driving since my truck had recently broken down due to age. My buddy and I were heading across Tennessee with my truck in tow and my phone rings. I answer since it was my mom, and I just cannot deal with her nagging if I miss a call. She says, "I have something I need to tell you, and have needed to tell you for a long time. I just didn't know how. I am only telling you this now because you need help with money and need to get your truck fixed. Your real dad is ______ ______. Your sister wants to help you out. You should talk to her."
Now this would have knocked most folks socks off, but for me the reaction was "ok".  You see my brother and sister, who I have known about my whole life, used to tease me, "you aren't our real brother, you're adopted." Well after a while you start to believe it. They are both older, I obviously cannot remember my birth, so maybe they know the real story. Of course mom and "dad" always told them too shut-up don't pick on your brother, but it really sticks with a kid. So, fast forward to the end of my Junior year (high school). I go to the mailbox to get the child support check and bring it to mom and of course open it to see how much money "dad" was sending and mom was holding out. But with this one he sent a note. (See he was paying for the entire year and this was the last check) It read, "Thank you, You stupid B.... for making me pay eighteen years for a kid who wasn't mine." So naturally I ask mom what is he talking about. "Oh he is just mad." So, Next call, "dad". I say, "what does this letter mean." He responds, "we need to meet and talk about this." So, we meet and he says, " well I don't think you are my son and I think this is who it is. I have known your whole life." Well that hurts. Right? Not for me, I just brush it off no big deal. My "dad" doesn't think I'm his, he says I'm his next door neighbors son, whatever he is full of it. Maybe he is just mad. So lets jump back to going down the road from school. Mom confirms the story that dad told me. My neighbor for six years growing up before my parents split, the man who still lives next door to my dad, and the man who I walked right by every Sunday going to church. He was my dad and I had never spoken a word to him. Now he was dead.