“I Owe My Absent Biological Father an Apology.”
Thirteen years have passed since I had “the conversation” with my biological father. My biological father, a man who had absolutely no interest what so ever in being my father since the very moment I was conceived and ultimately delivered onto this earth. He proved this by not only disappearing to never be heard from again, but when I found him in 2008, he even told me to my face, “I have worked aggressively over the years to prevent you from ever finding me.” Over the past thirteen years, I have come to somewhat gain insight into what would actually cause a man to behave this way towards an innocent child, essentially his very own child. I can now understand to some extent, how this man would even go so far as to reject and even disrespect that now adult child to his face when standing right before him on his porch. Well, not exactly on his porch. More like the walk way that led to the beginning of the steps to the porch. When I stopped being emotional. When I stopped mentally