Back in December, I posted This Road I’m On Is A Broken Road. I have an update on one of the concerns mentioned in that post, specifically the “unholy union” part of that post.
While I do not question that my mother was horribly abused as a girl/young woman, I could do nothing but question whether I was a product of one of those horrible acts. In the midst of what I feel was a full on nervous breakdown, I couldn’t let it go. I had to keep trying to figure out if Grandpa was indeed my father. I have the answer to that question.
I am extremely happy to report that the answer is: NO! Unequivocally, absolutely, without a single, solitary doubt, NO!
While I still do not know who my biological father is, I know who he *isn’t* and that has been a big relief for me.
Thank you all for putting up with my “crazy” over this matter over the last few months and for continuing to pray for our family.
Have a blessed day!
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