Daddy's Little Girl

By: KK

Copyright @2005

A lot has happened in the last two years of my absence.  My all time favorite is finding out that my long lost and unknown daddy wasn't the Mr. Brady I had expected.  To refresh your memory, please read Finding Dad before continuing on with this update.

Looking back now I think the ten year relationship we had was almost too perfect.  He was the doting father and grandfather.  My pictures, as well as my children were posted all over his home.  We spent many holidays together. Spoke to each other often and  had a very comfortable relationship.  I finally had the daddy I always wanted. The only thing missing was the truth about dear old dad and his past.

I was heavily into genealogy and decided to research my father's side of the family.  He gave me every bit of information that I asked for and off I went.  I won't go into the long drawn out process of researching families, background checks and vital records.  All ten years of it. I will jump straight to the good stuff.  He was adopted and had no contact with his birth parents or adoptive parents for over 30 years. He also had no documents or photos of his or his family's existence since 1966.  Who doesn't have a birth certificate, military papers or family photos? Red flags galore!

Sperm donor sent me on a scavenger hunt that even the best private investigators would have given up on.  Dear old dad's ego clouded his judgment of his daughter ever having the ability to find out the truth.  I had dad's name, social security number and birth date.  All false.  I had every family members first names, occupations, dates, addresses and the last time they picked their noses.  All true...except the last names.  Every time I questioned him as to why I could not find any information on these people, he stuck to his guns, that his information was correct.

Finally I decided it was time to go undercover.  Fuck sperm donor and his bullshit.  I was going to start doing things my way.  I contacted a bitter ex-wife and she just happened to be a cop and had everything I needed.  Three days later I received a package in the mail and sperm donor was busted.

1. He changed his name, birth date and social security number.

2. He had a criminal record to boast about...burglary, vehicular manslaughter, etc.

3. He was AWOL from the Coast Guard.

4. He went AWOL on his adoptive family (who raised him).  This devastated his mother, sister and brother. Daddy's desertion infuriated his alcoholic father who  physically traveled all over to try and find him.

5. He spent the rest of his life on the road, running from everything and everyone, until he settled in a small town, where he thought he was safe.  He is now and "upstanding" citizen working for the local fire department and 911 dispatch.

6. The most unsettling information I found out was that he allegedly molested his ex-wife's daughter when they were married. 

I found and contacted his adoptive family.  His mother is elderly.  I told her I had never found him and did not know him.  I did not want to jeopardize her health.  But I also knew that she would want to speak to him and the dick would never speak to her.  I couldn't break her heart twice. She adores him and sent me photos and other memorabilia of his. I sent a letter to his siblings telling them the truth.  They have been more than accepting of me and my family.  Next step...confronting dad.

I collected all of my information from the ex-wife and the photos (old and new), that his mother sent me. I wrote him a long drawn out letter about what I found out and how I did not care what happened in his past...blah, blah, blah. I basically kissed his lying ass and tried to protect him.  I e-mailed him a hidden link on my web site that contained all of this information and told him to not open the page in front of his wife, in case she did not know.  His response was quite shocking, explosive, self-centered and I am quite certain I felt his ego rock the ground beneath me...

Daddy's Response...

What you did was extremely selfish and self-serving. 

K- but running from your family, police and the government are mature decisions?

You did not have the right or the need to know. 

K- Actually I did.  Medical history is good to know (especially since your grandson has a hereditary eye condition and I have cancer) and I didn't want to be an orphan my whole life.

I tried to caution you but you had to find the family tree. 

K- Unfortunately my family tree is wrapped with yellow crime scene tape because of all the delusional,

genetically related, idiots that hang out in it.

You haven't got the slightest idea how much real, and potential, harm and damage you have caused.

K- Payback's a bitch daddy.

I tried to caution you about leaving everything alone.  But you had to have your own way.

K- Cautioning does not include voluntarily and repeatedly giving me all the information except the real last names.

You can't even fathom how angry I am.  A trust has been violated. 

K- I could care less.  You clearly don't know the definition of trust.

What I did in 1966 was an act of a foolish teenager.

K- In 1966 your were in your early 20's.  I would expect a little more maturity by then.

Since then I have been a hard working, contributing member of society.  You don't know any of the true facts behind my life.  Yet you are willing to expose me for your own purposes.

K- Actually our little confrontation happened three years ago and I am just now exposing you. Obviously your contributions to society don't include

contacting your ailing mother, apologizing to the family you fucked over 35 years ago or working hard at a relationship with your daughter and

your grandkids.  But don't shed any tears daddy...because I wouldn't take the risk of you diddling my little girl.

What I did was wrong.  But I have paid my debt working in Public Safety for the last 35 years.

K- There it is folks!  No bars and shackles for him. He served his time on the outside!

Every one of the people you contacted is a potential risk to me.  Especially an angry ex-wife.  IF she wants revenge all she has to do is call the local FBI office and they will be knocking on your door.  Are you willing to go to jail to keep my location a secret?  Besides, you had no right to contact people in my past that I had left there.

K-  This is highly amusing, considering the information she sent me was from the FBI and no one has rang my doorbell in the last three years.  I'm feeling left out.

Now I have to start looking over my shoulder again.  All the work that my wife and I have done and the good reputation I have built can vanish with a simple knock on the door. I now live in fear again.

K- Clearly sperm donor did not read and comprehend that the FBI documents listed his alias and real identity. 

A fifty something year old man and deserter from Vietnam is not high priority at FBI head quarters.

Why couldn't you just be happy to have found your father. 

K- I was thrilled until I found out that I have two psychotic parents and that I might not have a

chance in hell of ever being considered a sane person if people found out.

I now wish that I had not answered the phone call from your detective friend. 

K- Let it go to voice mail when your next "unknown" child calls.

The impact of my life with this disclosure is so dramatic that I have no room for anything except self-preservation.  As unfortunate as it is I no longer have room in my life for a daughter.  I want no further contact with you or your family.

K- Done!!

I responded to this piece of self-serving trash.  I tried really hard to bump him off that pedestal he has crammed up his ass and let him know that he is important only in his own world. Not in anybody else's. But it would be the last I would hear from dear old, lying, renagade sperm donor. 

And just to add another shovel of dirt on his future death bed...at the time this all happened, I was diagnosed with cancer.  I didn't even receive a get well card!