  I found out some lovely news when I was over at my mum's the other day. Apparently my brothers were flown out to the States at Christmas to visit my dad.
Apparently I'm not even worth a phone call. I only just found this out. I have had several imaginary and animated conversations with him in my head since. Each one had an expletive every other word. And I'll bet if I called him on it, he'd say something like, how could he possibly know my number? I move so many times and don't fill him in - but he knows my cell number and it hasn't changed in almost 2 years. And there's nothing stopping him from asking my brother(s). We'd argue, and in the end, I'd hang up wondering how the hell this ended up being my fault.
Which is why I wouldn't call him in the first place. My real father died and was reincarnated in my favorite cat. We talk all the time. He wishes he could come back as a big burly man and kick my fake dad's butt. He says it's OK with him if my grandpa gives me away when I get married. Coocoocachoo .
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