Tragic story. Imagine discovering you had no shared DNA with your father.

I've had a scare like that. Not completely unfounded.

I look quite different from my dad's side of the family, but resemblances to my mother's side are striking (blonde hair, blue eyes etc, compared to dad's dark hair and brown eyes). This is not much to go on, but my mother is an evil bitch, so go figure.

She was an alcoholic, dragged my family into debt, then when dad was working his ass off overseas (I lived in a poor country back then) to make ends meet, and when my sister went to college in another town, the evil bitch of course fell off the wagon hard, not only drinking but also fucking guys behind my dad's back. I was about 10-11 back then, you can imagine the stellar childhood, 20 years later and I still am angry and bitter about it. Dad learned of it all, but forgave her, to hold the family together. It was not a good thing to have a divorce in the old country (small town Slavs, you know the drill) and since my sister was already an adult with her own dose of hate for our incubator, it was obvious I was the main reason dad didn't leave. This also pisses me off. I don't hold it against HIM, because while in retrospect I'd rather have had the bitch drop dead, he did it hoping for the best, and then had to suffer years of her abuse trying to give me a future.

In any case, I mostly tried to paint a picture here. Because while my mother didn't fall off the wagon that hard until that time, she has apparently been evil long before that, so the real surprise would be her being a newcomer to adultery.

Still, I noticed some things that I share with my father, which made me sure I was in fact his biological son - for example, I have extremely flat fingernails, just like him, and I've never met anybody else with nails that aren't visibly round. We also have similarly mechanical minds, and I even got a similar education in STEM (that part though can be scratched up as his influence, and not an inheritable trait, even if I like to think it was 100% my own choice). I feel bad for the old man, but he has over the years become whipped to absolute submission and I can't help him anymore. I love him, and I am thankful for his intentions, even if the results were somewhat bad. And I absolutely hate my mother, but I can't even go no contact because the manipulating whore has the entire family wrapped around her finger. Sure, MGTOW and all that, but I don't want to lose my entire family. Most of them are misguided and gullible, but ultimately good people.

Side note: I kinda just spewed out all this unnecessary backstory here. It wasn't needed really, but to be honest I've never really shared it anywhere else, and it was slightly cathartic. I was about to write much more, but figured it's pointless and not even fitting here. Though I guess it explains why some of us are so easy to redpill, having grown up with such perfect examples of AWALT as "role models".