When I was born not much happened. I was usually in the hospital, and I was born with a heart problem. This did not stop me from doing the things I wanted to do. I usually watched movies with my "dad". That was pretty much all I did until I was five years old. When got home from school, my dad told me that he needed to tell me something. What he said still throbs in the back of my head. What he told me was the worst thing now that I think about it.
"I love you, son, but I'm not you're real father."
He told me that I was seeing my real father that weekend. Nothing happened other than me crying the entire time I was there. I still see him, and he's still a dick.
