Existential crisis problem here.
I was born in an extremely wealthy family, where my parents often provided me everything I need ranging regardless it is care and love, or material things. However half a year ago, I saw my mom’s health report to be infertile which makes me really question. Are they really my parents?
I did a paternity test and turns out both of them are not my parents. From then, I felt super lost and confused. Although I eventually made up my mind to ignore this matter, it hits even harder when my dad decide to come clean that my paternal uncle and aunt turned to be my biological parents.
The only reason why I was adopted by my parents was because they wanted a kid, but my uncle and aunt couldn’t afford to bring me up so they entrusted me to my parents
Frankly speaking, I didn’t want to. My father is a very well-off and refined, showers me with love and money while my mom never fails to prioritize me. Looking at my aunt and uncle… They are two disgusting piece of shit that look so unshaven and unclean, furthermore they threw me into my parents care when they couldn’t afford to bring me up. So why even ask me to try acknowledge them since they didn’t care at the first place? Even if they had their difficulties, what benefit could they bring me by acknowledging them? Money? My parents have loads of it. Familial love? I grew up surrounded with it given by my parents.
Call it me selfish prick or a dick, but if you are in my position you will have done what I did as well.