
For 30 years, I believed I was adopted—told by my dad that my “real parents” couldn’t keep me. He blamed my struggles on them and took me to the orphanage on birthdays to remind me I was “lucky.”
At 16, I asked for adoption papers. Years later, a visit to the orphanage revealed no record of me. When I confronted Dad, he confessed: I wasn’t adopted. My mom had an affair, and he made up the story to cope.
He even faked the papers.
The truth shattered me, but I left knowing I deserved better. Sometimes, the stories we’re told hide painful secrets.
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