You’re a good person. I didn’t normally share, but I feel I should.

I was put in foster care when I was 6/7 (I don’t remember well).

When I was 12, after 7 foster homes, my parents lost all parental rights. I was put up for adoption.

At that time, I was still with one of my brothers in a foster home.

We were told a couple was interested in us. We meet them a number of times, and had a few weekends at their place to test run it. They weren’t great, but they weren’t worse than other foster homes, so we decided to give it a try.

My brother lasted about 9 months before asking to go back to foster care. I decided to stay, because I was tired of moving.

I was adopted at 14, and moved out on my own at 17. I was tired of being reminded I was broken in some ways.

Fast forward to me being 21 and in the navy. We start talking again. By then I was beginning to learn what I now consider my personal morals. He was still racist. I wasn’t.

Fast forward to a few years ago. He’s still wildly racist. More so than before. I am now a very liberal person, advocating for homeless rights foster youth assistance, LGBTQIA+ rights, and equality all around. I have finally had enough. I call his bullshit out. About 2 years passes, and his 14th heart attack takes him.

That was 2 years ago. My oldest is 24. My next oldest is 18. They never met him. I just couldn’t bring myself to introduce them to the old school hate.

Nah.

Not sure why you’d say that, but you can think what you want.

Happy holidays!

He didn’t, though.

Foster Care, then they adopted me.

My dad - who was an amazingly racist conspiracy theorist - gave all his money to 2 redhead women he started fucking after divorcing the woman he married after my mom died.

He chose not to leave me anything because I called him out for using the “n” word any time he talked about African Americans.

I’m out $150k

He is out having a legacy. My kids will never know his name, story, or hate.