Half of ME IS Missing, And I Need Your Help

Dear Friends, Supporters, and Others Interested,

if you attended Texas A and M University in 1982 through 1986 and would like to help me start a project, please email me privately or contact me through this blog. I received a phone call regarding possible data on Mr. Bio Dad, who has been missing since 1986 or so when I was born. It seems my mother and dad were not making any effort to find him, and I absolutely require information on him in order to for one, better understand myself and genetic risks when I have children and two, ethnic group makeup, and three, for peace of mind. My boyfriend even has a relationship with his biological father, and that’s great, but I want to find the man responsible for my existence.

I have a few words for this man, who denies my existence: sir, I exist. You are not telling the truth, and somebody’s lying. If you are reading this blog, you have been caught. Please come forward and confess to what you did to my mother. This project was to happen on Ancestry but it will be discontinued. And without you, sir, I can’t get to understanding why for one, I was diagnosed with many different mental health problems and two, why you left, and three, you were irresponsible. You were irresponsible enough to say I don’t exist, but guess what? I’m writing this, and I’m looking for your info. You have no clue who I am, but I will say so if you would listen.

I exist. I am only half of who I am because of you. I am only half a person because you’ve been so irresponsible, because of you I have to deal with mental health stuff and my mother probably did not react well to having a guy not pay child support for a blind girl. I could’ve had additional disabilities, but you’re damn lucky I did not. I need to see your first, middle and last names somewhere in cyberspace. Thank God the Internet was invented. But sir, whoever you are, C being your first initial, you have a child you deny. Guess what? DNA can’t lie. Your actions don’t lie either. Either it was consentual or it was rape. I need to know the full story, and if you don’t give me a straight answer and the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, you will probably end up where you don’t want to be. This is my message to you, and if you’re in prison, and can’t write me a letter or something, you need to call me from whatever jail you’re rotting in. For everyone else who might know this guy, I need his name. My mom obviously doesn’t want to remember because he denied my existence, and so does my dad who adopted me. Adoption is stupid in this country, not the act itself, but the destruction of real birth records. It would help me to relax a lot more if I had real birth records because trust me, the Virgin Mary is the only one who can give birth without the touch of a man. If you are Catholic, sir, you would know this and shut up.

For those who knew this guy, please call me and we’ll get this sorted out. If you knew my mom when she was dating C., I need your help tracking the info down soon. I have a doctor’s appointment on September 22 and I am doing homework. Dr. Hung, my doctor at West Side Family Medical Clinic, the Denver Health facility, should at least know something. I won’t accept “I don’t have it” as an answer. I want answers, real straightforward answers as my dad would often drill those things out of me. So if you want to help with Beth’s Ancestry Project, please contact me by all the means in the website or blog. Thank you.


Author: denverqueen

My name is Beth. I'm blind from birth and enjoy the blogging atmosphere. I am a creative person, a musician, a writer, etc. This is me. Take it or leave it.

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