My whole life, I felt like an outsider in my own family. My mother adored my sisters but treated me like a burden because I looked too much like the man she wanted to forget. When I discovered the truth about my real father, everything changed—just not how she expected.
Growing up with two older sisters, I watched them get love and attention from our mother, while I was treated like a servant. I did all the chores, got their hand-me-downs, and received no affection. My father tried to protect me, but as I grew older, the tension between my parents grew too.
At fourteen, I couldn’t take it anymore and bought a DNA test. The results shattered everything. When I confronted my parents, I learned that my father wasn’t my biological parent—my mother had cheated. My father left, and my mother’s hatred for me grew. She blamed me for everything.
By the time I graduated, I left home, found a job, and moved into my own apartment. Finally, I had freedom. But my mother and sisters continued to demand money from me. Eventually, I confronted my mother and forced her to give me the name of my real father.
I found Rick, my biological father, who had been paying child support until my mother told him I didn’t want to see him. We connected, and he welcomed me into his life with open arms. He even gave me a house to make up for the years we lost.
But my past wasn’t over. When I ran into Kira, my jealousy-filled sister, she and my mother eventually moved into my house without permission. They demanded to stay, but I refused. After a heated confrontation, I called the police, and they left.
I finally realized that I needed to cut ties with my toxic family for good. I changed the locks, blocked their numbers, and never saw them again. For the first time in my life, I felt truly free.
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