When I first got on the dna train I was looking for my roots. My nationality my blood carried. I was really suprised to find mostly European and far less American Native then I’d anticipated. But it allowed me to start to see patterns. In matches. In percentages. It’s becoming really clear now with the half brothers and sisters of different parents I have. It gives me a window most can’t see into. I’ve given grandma’s and siblings and mom’s tests too. The underlying data tells a weird story how my half sister from my dad and my step mom is really genetically on my real moms side and is my great aunt. It’s very complicated. I think that my dad and my mom broke up because of a situation where my mom asked my dad after they’re divorce, when he was dating someone else, where his girlfriends child who is still yet to be born had come from. as in who the real father was, and my dad who could never really keep it in his pants or ever keep a straight answer he told my mom that it could be her cousin and that’s when my mom said you’re full of shit I’m done with you I’m Marrying this other guy

fast forward 35 years later so we find out my dad was not full of shit and that was 1 million life decisions are based on that assumption that he was full of shit for so long so I’m the one who gave everyone a DNA test and is done and able and not scared to have found the truth but don’t know how else to explain it to them because everything so sensitive and my dad refuses to test for fear of other children popping up around the state I mean if I could find children from my cousins in the 90s Surely I can find children from my dad or uncles in the 70s anyway all this is in researching my grandfather‘s lineage which we’re finding out so much more complex. He was Chiricahua Apache