All of my brothers are half brothers. My mother also lied to me my whole life. Like you I also raised about my station. She would never tell me who my real father was but thanks to a DNA test I have a very good idea.
I don't think he knows about me... I've been trying to muster the courage to approach him.
I now call my mother my half parent, which is true but I find it amusing. She does not. Even funnier. My half brother and sisters don’t care, they consider me family and nothing has changed in their eyes. I’m still their brother. But, everything changed in my eyes. I now see the disconnect, and why I was so different than them. I was always the outsider, now I know why.
Here's the deal. You turned out so well because your life was hard and you had to struggle all the while. Mom and dad coddled the others so they never grew up. I see this in many families including my own.
There is something to what you say, I was definitely not coddled, and was a bit confused by the perks and privileges my siblings received and I was denied. I was never bitter about it, but I was aware, they were too. Things are awkward to this day among us, but not negatively, they see my confidence, my competence, and how sure I am about the things I do, and they are intimidated. Why do things come easy to me and things are so hard for them? I must be cheating. Lol. School of hard knocks is a very good school.
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