Apparently I have a half sister in Cali.
Rewind for a sec :
About 9/10 years ago, my dad and mom were married, and we lived in Mesa, AZ in an apartment. I was 8 or 9 i think at the time, so my memory is fuzzy.
Shit went down like this:
Dad = alcoholic/druggie
Dad came home with 'x' drugs
Mom got pissed, flushed down toilet
Dad got pissed, flipped the kitchen table over/across the apartment
Me and mom went to her parents' house.
Divorce.
A few years pass, mom meets guy.
we move in with guy
happily ever after. my stepdad, and my only real father.
edit while typing: I just had a long ass convo with him, and apparently it was cocaine and meth, and my mom caught him with spoon/lighter. AWESOME childhood story, eh? sweet.
So my 'dad' lives in cali, has a girlfriend, and a baby WITH her. 5 months old. he is in a 90 day recurring program, and she is apparently in rehab AS WELL.
fuckin' a.