
The story began on a Tuesday night when I, along with my fiancée Vivianne, discussed kids. I shared my concerns about my unknown medical history due to being adopted. To ease my anxiety, I ordered a 23andMe kit, which revealed unexpected results. I was contacted by biological relatives—siblings who had been trying to find me.
Despite their persistent messages, I ignored them, but eventually, they claimed my biological mother was ill and needed a liver transplant. Reluctantly, I agreed to meet them. At the meeting, I quickly realized their request was dubious—none of them had even bothered to get tested.
I confronted them, refusing to help and making it clear I wanted no part of their family. Afterward, I told Vivianne, who reassured me that I had made the right choice. I deleted my 23andMe profile, blocked all contact, and moved on.
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