As if being an absent father wasn’t enough, we later found out that he had ten, yes TEN other children. Oh my freakin gosh!!! I nicknamed him “Hit and Run”. I’m sure you can understand why. 😉 We did eventually meet a few of them, I mean hell, they were in the same position we were in. It wasn’t their fault either, so I was at least willing and curious to meet them. The few that we did meet seemed nice and all, of course they were adults compared to us kids. We were the last of the bunch, at least I thought we were. Who knows with that guy though. I was a little stand off-ish I must admit. Only because they would keep saying how much we looked like the “donor” and that was just pissing me off. I was literally clinching my fists so tight my knuckles were white and my face would turn red because I was so mad, everything in me felt like it was in fire. I would excuse myself to go to the bathroom so I could calm myself down and then walk back as if everything was fine. It was a bit overwhelming to meet these new siblings and their kids who were are nephews and nieces. What?!?! I’m an aunt? This is crazy!! I’m to young to have some teenage kid call me aunt. This is just out of control. I can’t take any more. My fake smile was slowly dwindling away. I didn’t even have the energy to keep up my happy act. I pretty much shut down and could no longer function and this was just a few of them. Imagine if all of them were here. YIKES!!! We didn’t get to meet the others because there were several different mothers and the others didn’t stay in contact like these ones did, so we didn’t know where they were or how to get in touch. We didn’t build any lasting relationships or anything like that. We had a few more encounters in the beginning but then it just stopped.