My father is my father, regardless of blood tests and whatnot. People just assumed (as I probably would too) that SeAndra was my mother. This irritated the hell out of me, still does. I'm still ashamed of this little piece of my life. I understand that it's not my fault and I can't carry the burden of my parents' choices. Many members of my family have clearly chosen sides. Some cut off communication with my mother entirely, as if the entire ordeal was her fault. Even though it's disturbing, what happened to me has made me a stronger person. I have learned to hold my tongue in a situation I cannot control. I also learned that no matter what, things can be worse. I also learned that just because someone is part of your family, doesn't mean they will think of you before doing something for you.