He’s not my Dad

I have never really known my father. He didn’t want to stick around back then. I have seen pictures, and my mother have told me he was a german priest. My mother is Norwegian. I have always believed that I was part Norwegian, part German. My half sister bought me a DNA kit for christmas. Her test results were very accurate. Mine showed that I was 61% Russian/Ukrainian. The rest was Scandinavian. My mother had me when she was very young, it was the 80’s, and she partied very hard. I talked to my aunt about it. She told me that my mother lived with a man who was from the Ukrain when i was conceived, and that she had always wondered if he was the father. All my life people have told me I did not look very scandinavian, and my personality did not match it very well either. I am happy that I finally know where I am from. I am not angry at my mother, but affraid she might get upset. I don’t think she lied to me. I think in her mind she knew who the father was. Btw, if there are any Russian or Ukrainian people out there searching for a new friend, I would love to talk to you, and maybe learn a little about your culture. #dna #confession_bear

Edit: To all of you who are wondering if this could hurt my “Dad”. I don’t know him. I have never met him. I tried contacting him when i was 14 years old. He told me I was the biggest mistake of his life, that he didn’t want any contact what so ever. I don’t have a phone number or e-mail adress on him, and I have tried looking him up online. So I doubt he will ever know about this or be hurt.