Meet my biological Father

i am now 22 i have been married and divorced and have 2 beautiful children however my life hasn’t always been so peachy. when i was almost 2 in 1989 my mother was brutally murdered. my grandparents got custody of me and me and my brother and sister were seperated. i got to see them evey other summer but i as left with a void that i have been dessprately trying to fill… when my mother died my father wasn’t around or soi’m told but i would really like to get the chance to get to know the man who helped give me life i’d like to know who i look like because it aint my mothers genes i have but more like a complete strangers looks all around. any way if you could give me some advice on how to go about this i’d really appreciate it!

i am now 22 i have been married and divorced and have 2 beautiful children however my life hasn’t always been so peachy. when i was almost 2 in 1989 my mother was brutally murdered. my grandparents got custody of me and me and my brother and sister were seperated. i got to see them evey other summer but i as left with a void that i have been dessprately trying to fill… when my mother died my father wasn’t around or soi’m told but i would really like to get the chance to get to know the man who helped give me life i’d like to know who i look like because it aint my mothers genes i have but more like a complete strangers looks all around. any way if you could give me some advice on how to go about this i’d really appreciate it!

I’ll be 16 july 10th and i’ve never seen a picture of my biological father. I have a wonderful stepfather who i love as my father.
But i just want to know who he is. He’s never seen me as far as i know. It kills me to know that he’s out there and i don’t even know what he looks like.When supposly have the same birthmark on our noses and thick hair.Thats all i know.

I need help.
I only know his name.
and i’m not sure if it’s his real name.
:/

my name is shana im 17 and i have never saw my biological father a day in my life. i have never seen a picture of him, heard his voice, or anything like that. he left after he got my mom pregnent with and the last thing he said to her was that he hated that little baby girl that is in u and u need to get a abortion!! me i think that he was a little bad boy, that night he got like 2 other girls pregnent to and left them the same way. the only difference is that he talks to them and see’s them!! i just want to no why im so different? if i could ever talk to him that is all i want to no and i will leave him alone but he won’t even give me that much of is time.

I love my step dad completely and have nothing but respect for him and the fact that he adopted me as his own.
But, we have a lot of differing characteristics and I want to know where I come from, and what I should be weary of in terms of health conditions etc.

My biological donor I know got into drugs, etc. I have one memory of him coming to visit me during the divorce/custody battle, and it’s not a pleasant one.

More than anything I believe that I want to make sure I never turn out like him.

I want to find my biological dad. My MOM is in the final stages of alzheimers. All I know is that his name is Fred Evans and was an ambulance driver in Fort Worth,TX. I was born Nov. 1952. My MOM goes by JO. I don’t want to disrupt any ones life. I just want to know medical history. This is the least you owe me. When I was born and MOM called you to let you know,you hung up on her.

I am actually trying to find my husbands biological father for him. He has known since he was 16 that is dad was not his biological father but never really showed interest in finding out who is bio father was. After 5 years of being together we finally got married and we have a beautiful babygirl. Since our daughter was born my husband has really been interested in finding out who is bio father is. And also if he has any other bothers or sisters out there. I have been online and doing everything i possibly can in finding out who this man is. We have two names of who is could possibly could be and I guess one of them live is the same small city that we do but I am just stuck in a hard spot cause I dont know where to go from here. Please email me if you have any information that could point me in the right direction! Thank You!

I am currently looking forward to meeting my biological Father at the ripe old age of 29. For the last 1yr & 1/2 I have been looking for my half sisters, with no intentions of ever meeting the man that fathered me until my Grandad (his father)was hospitalized. I have always seen his Dad and the woman I call my Granny. (Which is his step-mother) They are wonderful people and this is why my Mother made sure I had contact with them all through my childhood. As a matter of fact I was with them pretty much every other weekend as a child. The agreement that they made was that Kurt was not allowed to see me or be around if I was there, and I always came first with them. They spoiled me rotten, but I was always very greatful and they know this. When my mom and Kurt divorced I was about 2 1/2. I can remember the last time I saw him. It’s kinda wild I would never think that someone could remember at that age for the rest of their life. Any who back to the story. I work at the hospital that my Grandad ultamately had his cath and stents done at. My Granny called me the night before the proceedure and told me that Kurt had called and said he would be there for it. I was so nervous and actually kinda mad. I blamed him for the fact that I could not find my sisters. He signed away his rights to me when my Mom remarried and I was adopted by her husband who raised me as his own. They had another child which is my half brother. Kurt then remarried after my Mom and had 2 girls with a lady by the name of Cheryl Burns. He also later signed away his rights to them. They too were adopted by their Mother’s husband. SO I truly felt is was so his fault I couldn’t find them. Lots of pent up anger. So I go up to see my Grandad on the day of his proedure Oct 1st 2008, and luckily he was not there yet. I chat with his step Mother and step sister who I consider my Aunt. I had to go back to work for a little bit so I left. When I returned he was in attendance. It was the oddest feeling in the world. Knowing the man that I shared my DNA with was sitting right accross from me. Everytime I looked up he was staring at me. But I too was staring when he wasn’t looking. Still angry at him I never spoke to him. We seemed to avoid each other like the plague. So later that night after I got home and put my kids to bed I wrote him a letter. I told him that I had always wondered about him and had lots of questions. I also made sure to tell him that he was never talked bad about to me. It was actually more of he was kinda a taboo subject. We just didn’t speak about him or my Mom being married previously. (She was 16 when I was born and I think he was 18 or 19) I wrote lots of other things I told him what I remembered of the last time I saw him and told him that he held a key in my life. (I’m not sure if he knows how important this key is to me. I was quite reserved when I wrote the letter.) I also included my cell number hours that I worked and mailing address. I had heard my Uncle Luke talking to him and they mentioned the fact that he was living in Abilene which is not too far from me. I got online and pulled his name up, it came up with several address. I think 2 or 3 Abilene ones so I choose one and addressed the letter. The next morning Oct 2nd I mailed the letter. I was so very nervous dropping that stinking letter in the mail box that I almost backed out. Well a week went by and I heard nothing. By this time I had almost given up. I knew I would be better next week and not so depressed since my birthday was coming up on the 13th. The Friday before my birthday I told the girls that I work with what I had done and that the letter was probably enroute back to me since I had not gotten a response, or that he wanted nothing to do with me. Keep in mind I had told no one of me writing this letter prior to this day. So I was off the weekend and returned to work on Monday my bithday. My sweet husband sent me a half dozen red roses and all in all the day was going well. I returned to the basement where we worked and collected my things at the end of the day. I had to carry those roses all the way to my car with all my other junk. The walk to the parking lot is quite a ways, I’d say probably about a 5min walk. So I’m walking swiftly because my hands are full and that stuff was getting heavy. When I feel my phone start to vibirate. It goes on and I figured it was my husband calling since I was running a little late. Then after it stops it goes again, I think damn can’t he be a little patient. I finally get to my car and check my missed calls. One of course was my husband the other from a number I did not recognoize. Then I got my voicemail signal. I knew it had to be from the unknown numer since my husband and I never leave each other messages. I call my hubby bcak and let him know that I’m leaving work and we caht for a min. I tell him I had an odd number on my phone and a voicemail, he tells me to call it and call him back. So I call the voicemail and listen….”Um uh this is Kurt” SLAM I shut the phone out of shear shock. I was shaking. I call Paul back and tell him. He says “call it a back and listen to it goof-ball it’s just a message you don’t have to talk back” oh yeah lol. So I do and Kurt tells me to call him back and at the end of the message it goes silent….”Happy Birthday” I hear him say. I closed my phone and started to cry. I was in disbelief. I told my Paul what he had said and he asked if I was going to return the call. At that point I had no idea if was. So as I’m driving the 30 min drive home I am listening to the message over and over. His voice sounds so comforting. But how could this be I do not even know him? I get half way home and decide to do it. So I called my Grandma that was keeping my kids to tell her I was going to be a little late. Then I dial the number back shaking like a leaf. It begins to play a song that seemed to go on forever. Finally I hear “hello” I almost panicked and hung up but I didn’t, I said “Kurt?” and he said “hi” the conversation goes slowly. He says he’s happy to hear from me and I too am happy to hear from him. We talk for about 20 min and agree to keep in touch. By the end of the call I was a mess. I felt like an ADD kid. Fast forward exactly one week later at 6:31 pm I’m sitting on the couch at home. All week long all I can think of is him. I obsessivly call the saved message on my phone just to hear his voice. When I was about to call and listen to it again my phone starts to ring. It’s him, I’m so excited and nervous and crazy and I begin to feel my blood pressure rise. I answer and hear that oh so comforting voice. He tells me he is taking vacation and coming into town for a couple of days and would like to see me if it’s ok with me. I agree, I would like to see him also. He tells me he will call me when his plans are finalized and we hang up. So here I sit waiting on yet another phone call. I’m so scared to meet him. I really really want this but I am just going crazy thinking about it. We agreed that I was not ready to tell anyone yet so at this point I’ve only broken the news to my Mom. She was actually ok with it. She and my adoptive Father divorced about 8 or 9 yrs ago so ever since he remarried it seems as if he has no time for me and dosn’t even come see my kids that he claims are his grandkids. He lives in the same small town as I do and yet we still rarely see or hear from him even though his mother lives 2 blocks from me and he goes by there all the time. He has really hurt me and this has caused alot of fights. I have not told him and really don’t want to but I think I need to. He also has all of mine and my brother’s childhood pics b/c he wouldn’t let my mom have them. I would really like to have a copy of them before I tell him of this impending meeting.

i am 26 years old wondering about my biological father, his name is michael comstock from california and was married to christy dobler. he let my current father adopt me which i am greatful for. i was just curious about him and my family background. if any information please contact me, shannon

Around my 40th birthday my dad, who I always thought I resembled, drove over from Arizona to see me in LA. He and my mom had divorced after 43 years of marriage. She married a man she had been corresponding with in an Arizona prison. Anyway, I don’t know why he thought he had to tell me, but he wanted me to hear it “before I heard it from somebody else”. Maybe my brothers, I don’t know who else the somebody elses might be. It was not a terrific shock; since their divorce and some before then I had begun to brace myself against whatever news my parents could deliver to me. So it turns out that while dad was in Washington DC in 1962, mom was in San Diego having a fling with a sailor from Okmulgee Oklahoma. When dad returned she was 4 months pregnant. He’d been gone about a year. Dad decided to stay on and take care of me because he knew mom would never be able to do it by herself. So there’s that.

Mom told me after I asked about it that my bio father was still living in OK. I have found his address and phone.I even have found some names that may be a brother and a sister.But what if they don’t want to meet me? His house is by a country club.What if they think I’m looking for something? He’s married to another lady. What if he told her that he was a virgin when they married and she’s cherished that all the time they’ve been together? What if he needs a kidney and I give him one and the one I’ve got left fails? What if my parents have told me a big lie because they really hate me and just want to see what I’ll do, which I hope they’ll stop before I donate my kidney to a stranger…And what about my dad? Isn’t it disrespectful to him after he gave up the good years of his life to live with a woman he knew didn’t love him to take care of me? To go and search out a man who knew enough about me to come and find me if he felt like it but elected not to?

Oh it goes on. I’ve had 4 years to think about the possibilities.I’ll probably never do it and regret it, always be half empty like I’ve ever been, knowing something wasn’t really right.