I suppose so, no jew genes, so there is that.
Try and find daddy. He might have some money. Lean in with the whole “I don’t want anything I just want to know you.” And follow through with a “oh my kids really wanted atvs, we can only afford one, you know you could come with us”
I know the name, my mother said she was in love with him, but stayed with "dad" I don't care. I'm very happy with my place in life. Call me a bastard? I'll chuckle and agree.
This song's for you. Enjoy it. I have -
I vote for meeting him. Maybe he's really good at something like playing guitar and you have some innate skills you never knew about.
If it doesn't click then cool, just an annual Christmas card.
If it does click, you have a new older brother to jam with. One who shares 50% of your genes by the way.
Probably some uber chad in his early-mid 20s that didn't know what he was doing.
I didn’t know what I was doing in my mid-20s. But I wasn’t an Uber chad, I was a full on simp, believed all women. It took some painful life lessons to learn the reality of the world. Sometimes I wish I was 20 again knowing what I know now. But that would be cheating. I’m glad it played out the way it has. I can share my knowledge, my sons will benefit. My wife is happy, I’m hardly the asshole all woman believe men are. I stand my ground.
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