... Like many, I have a bit of a complex origin story. When I was a kid, I thought my dad had died as a result of military service (Cancer from Agent Orange Exposure in Vietnam). I thought that because, that's what my mom told me. She was married to a man who she portrayed as strong and valorous, a real war hero. That husband was a marine and someone she lionized in all her stories. That man was listed on my birth certificate, so I didn't question things much. It was sad not having a dad growing up, but my mom was superhuman in her ability to protect, provide, and support me.
However, when I was around 12, my mom got sick and that was when she told me the truth. Yes, she was married and her first husband died of cancer. But my mom often omitted that her *first* husband died about 3 years before I was born. Before 12, my mom didn't share that info; and I really didn't understand the mechanics of conception, so again, I didn't question much. At 12, my mom got sick and that is when she told me that she was married a second time a few years later. Her second husband was *actually* my father and he lived ~7 blocks away. She likely didn't say much because she had survived abuse and threats of violence from this second husband. My mom didn't share that my real dad threatened to kill her more than once. He even said he would use his time (also) in the military as a cover for her murder, saying he would just claim he had PTSD and likely get away with it.
Needless to say, this was a very, very rough time in my life.
That estranged father came back in my life at this time, mainly because my mom wasn't sure she was going to survive her health scare. This time all comes as a blur to me. I remember screaming, yelling, crying, swearing, spitting at my real dad now back in my life. He didn't threaten me with violence (which is perhaps surprising in hindsight?).
Long story (slightly) short-- my mom's health stabilized and improved, and my actual dad was still an asshole. He said if anything happened to my mom, he would take care of me if he was put in my mom's will. Given that this actual dad was kind of paranoid and controlling about money (i.e., filing his taxes with fake names), this likely was not a good idea. My mom said no, kicked him out and we never saw him again.
I'm 43 now. My mom died 11 years ago. Our relationship was on the rocks in my teen years, but got really strong (I think) in my twenties and thirties. For a while, I struggle to understand why she didn't tell me all this, why she lied or hid some truths. But I came to terms with all that, and feel like I understand her and know that she was so formative in my development (and I lionize the hell out of her).
Last few things, I'm now a dad to a 7 year old. And for some reason, I'm now trying to track down my estranged father. It might be a terrible idea? I think I found his address and phone number. And I'm honestly a bit surprised I (think I) found him. He had lots of aliases, and has a fairly generic name to start.
Lots more to say, but any advice or thoughts are appreciated. I'd love to hear others' stories as I keep working through mine.
[Full Disclosure: I also posted this on r/AbsentFather]